I remember wishing that I met that criterion, not so I could be Sandy,but so that I could go home. It was a passing thought, one that Iobviously didn...t mean. Then, of course, there was that burningsensation that accompanied each change. Was I somehow involved inthis? I was starting to think I just might be."What the hell?" I mused to myself. Everytime I had a thought aboutswitching, or even related to switching, it happened. Accompanied bystrange feelings each time. What a weird day. . " Oh don't make promises you can't keep. You'll wear women's clothesagain. You won't be able to help yourself. And if you get rid ofeverything now, you'll regret it."She paused for a moment, sitting back in her chair and taking a sip ofher coffee."So, why are you dressing up?"I opened my mouth to answer, and after a moment, I closed it again. Iwanted to answer, but I couldn't. I don't know why these urges werewith me. I knew they were wrong but I couldn't stop myself from givinginto them. I. ” I gave her one last lick and positioned my tongue right in front of her pussy.I stimulated it using my fingers. She cummed right inside my tongue and mouth. I drank till she cum and licked her pussy for leftovers.I looked at her wiping away the few drops dripping from my mouth. Both of us had sweated profusely. She appeared hot in the dim blue street light that lit the room through the window.I told her, “Thank you, mom. I wanted to do that for a long time.” I don’t know what came over her.. Then with another slow but firm thrust Uncle’s lund totally disappeared inside mom’s nectar hole. He said, its all in don’t worry, then he started pulling out slowly and pushing back in And mom was still in pain, but she kissed him a lot and wrapped her arms around him, then he started doing it faster, and mom was moaning …Oooohh, deeev, sloww, please, I love you aaahh, mmm and then he started hammering her damn hard and her chut lips was damn red, but uncles lund also was shiny, guess its.