He did not say anything but just moaned and sighed quietly. Soon, he was laying belly down, full length on the back seat and his jeans all pulled off ...o one ankle only. He gestured me to take off my jeans and lay over him, one of my leg hanging down, the heel of my foot touching the floor to work as a lever to keep on him steady from the tossing and turning of the bus felt intensely in the back of the bus. I could hardly hear him whisper to take the condom out of his jeans pocket and also use. ” He closed the door in Jack’s face.Jack half-smiled to himself. He realized that Diego the son must be hurting over the death of his father. He also knew, from his brief introduction, that the third Diego was the least intelligent of the Diegos. He was on the verge of ringing the bell again when the door opened.“John, please come in,” said Maria. Even though she had been crying, and her eyes were puffy, she was still an elegant and beautiful woman. She was wearing black slacks and a white. Forcing himself to break the kiss he opened the door and with a last look at his friend, now girlfriend he headed for home.Terry closed the door behind him, still hard in his panties and began planning for Cindy's transformation.Once again in his sister's bedroom, Terry peeled the cum soaked panties and pantyhose off, placing them in the hamper. Removing the bra, he folded it neatly and returned it to the top drawer then opened the drawer with the nightgowns.He selected a long, black sheath. Bring the girls! She's bound to love 'em."I thought. What could it hurt? The girls loved going to the Westerly, a mall / entertainment area on the west end of town. "Okay," I said, after a pause.She smiled. "She's your height, a tad plump but nothing awful, and she'll be wearing a purple scarf." You DO have it arranged," I fumed, without heat.Tammie walked away, smiling.Saturday afternoon, I took my girls to the Westerly, accompanied by my cousin Betty. Three-fifty came and went; I was walking.