“Get that suit off,” she ordered and pointed to a stack of clothes folded on a chair in the corner. “Put that on.”With that, she turned on her...blow dryer, putting a silencer on any protest I may have had. I undressed, hoping to catch her eye as I did. Increasing my visits to the gym had paid off a little in the short time since I saw her last. She didn’t so much as glance at me as I tossed my briefs to the floor, exposing my growing dick to the cool basement air.In the stack of clothes, I found. As I look at the pretty girl next to me, it is hard to imagine that sheis really my teenage son. I decide to get into the spirit of the day andengage Kayla in a little girl talk."So how has being a girl been so far?" I ask."It's OK," she replies, "I probably won't do this again, but being a girlis kind of fun." What do you mean?" I ask a little curious."I don't know," she responds, "I guess it's kind of cool getting to seethings from the other side." Well, I'm glad you are enjoying yourself,". Anne’s composure on the other hand never faltered, and without skipping a beat she greeted me warmly.“Jon-boy! Looking a bit flushed there! You alright?” I barely heard the words she spoke, because of the look in her eyes after they’d flickered over my crotch. It was the sultriest look I’d ever gotten, like she wanted to fuck me to death there on the street, coupled with the naughty promise of her wicked half grin and the fact that her huge breasts were barely contained by her dressing gown, my. As the sucking of her breasts and the slow finger fucking of her sweet pussy halted, the girl collected herself momentarily. She saw that the older woman was crouching between her legs. She saw that the woman's hands were guiding her legs to each side of the woman's head.Angel continued to play the part of the young girl who was in over her head."What are you doing? Why are you pushing my legs apart? Oh my god!" exclaimed the girl.With that, the cabbie stabbed her tongue into the pussy of one.