She pulled out her cell and snapped a quick picture. Her creamy white skin looked fantastic against the crimson material. Her cleavage was also promin...ntly displayed just as she knew it would. I swirled around and so did she. She let her hand slip down and part her smooth lips exposing the entrance she wanted filled. She slipped three fingers inside her fingering herself just like she always did but this time she had an audience. Her twin was watching and repeating every move she made. It was. It was like she could barely tolerate me.She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light.Then if I made a right turn instead.Well, it was not a good relationship.When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house.We have had them for 4. She talked the whole time telling me I was her “little” boy, but I still have a wetting problem as I don’t pay attention when I need to go. At home, I would be in a diaper. When I go out, I would wear thicker jockeys or pull-ups to be on the safe side.Now understand, the clothes were rather youngish that she put on me. But at the office, everyone did dress very casually all the time, so even though somewhat juvenile clothing, people would only think I am some video game junkie nerd. I hadn’t. I took the dress off the hangar and slipped it over my headand I was excited to find it fit nicely. I looked in the mirror again andwas amazed at how nice I looked, with the exception of from the neck up.I still had some work to do and time was an issue.I put the necklace and ear rings on, did one last quick check and walkedto my mother's room to get the wig from her closet. When I opened mymom's closet, the first thing I noticed was a nightgown hanging on thedoor. It was a dark blue gown and.