I had time with my headphones on to think that the maybe theway to beat Jill at her own game was to become a better girl than herbeat her at her own g...me show her I was a better person than she was.One minute I was hating her the next trying to beat her at her own gameI know I sound conflicted but I was I had lost the center to my lifebeing changed into a girl had changed everything and I need a goal tocope. Maybe that goal could be beating Jill and showing her that I was abetter person, girl. I closed my eyes again and pinched my nose to stem the rising headache I felt coming on.“Don’t worry about him,” the woman said. “He’s a pain to everybody.”“I’m not worried about him,” I said.“I know,” the woman said. She looked to be my age or perhaps a little younger. She wasn’t as trim as Liz or Stephanie but she was well-formed and attractive. I wondered if Liz knew anybody that was fat or ugly. “I was cleaning and heard some of what was said.”She gestured to the room where Liz had revealed. We met in the kitchen bringing a case of good beer. After our hellos the first question out of his mouth was about Jill. I gave him the best advice I could. I told him Jill was very independent and trying to get a close relationship her was something she would have to start. I know that you think the sexual tension would be palatable, but you would be wrong, we were playing bridge. The prep was finished and we knew what was going to do later. About the only time anything sexual came up was out. Muuuaahhh…. MMuuuaaahhh all over my little aerole and as she was doing it her open hair was all over my other chest and the lady who gave me life was all over me. I just sent my fingers into her hair and pressed her head over me and there she was wetting my whole chest with her kisses. Kissing all the way she slid down between my legs. Holding one side of my dick with her fingers she placed my dick on her cheeks and rubbed her cheeks over it. I was in heaven with my mom all over my dick with.