My Step-Son was at home, he just had locked the room. Our attached bathroom was previously of "his" room and we "created" it, however those people who...were supposed to do the work left a small "window" into the wall. We had an appointment for them to fix it but temporarily fixed it with a small curtain. He didnt care about that because only people living there were my husband and me.Later my Step-Son told me that when I started taking the shower, he was hiddenly observing it. He saw me. I was amazed with the diversityof options. I particularly stopped in front of a site that intrigued memore. It was a site advertising 'male maid services'?!... I read a bitmore and in total amazement I realized that there were out there men ofall ages who loved doing housework dressed as traditional maids! Nothingpornographically repulsive there, just an ordinary domestic agencyemploying cross dressers who for their own (probably sexual) reasons lovedto work as ordinary female domestics! A. Michael was becoming very close to hismother and loved her company. Though he somewhat looked forward tostarting school, he was going to miss his time with her.His hair by now, was halfway down his neck and styled in the boyish bobhe had seen so many American boys wear theirs. His hair was cut so thatit remained short in front of his ears. As much as he tried, he couldn'tget it to cover them.For James, this was something he couldn't apprehend. He believed he wasacting in Michael's best. The resulting mix of sexual fluids became the preferred drink of Beatrice who seemed to relish the taste as much as her champagne, lapping the juices from Deidra's pussy as soon as I pulled out before sucking off any on my cock with such ferocity that I ended up beginning to harden again."Did we pass?" asked Deidra."With flying colors," Beatrice giggled. "At least the first test. Let's get dressed and I'll watch you schmooze, Joe. You sure you two don't want a line of coke?"Both Deidra and I.