**** White briefs went first, and his hair dusts the floor. That left on his head forms a jet-black cap against the blue, blue of his eyes in his ...ark, darkface. He sits in the chair, working on black shorts' head. Black shorts sits onthe floor, his arms resting over the knees of his barber, his head tipped back,brushing the other's crotch. He can feel a rising shaft beneath the flimsy cotton. his mouth is open and his eyes tipped back in a look just short of orgasm. White shorts smiles. He. If only….’ Her voice trailed off. ‘This just goes on and on, it’s broken me. I had to sell the house, everything and he just lies there! It could be years, maybe decades before he dies.’ She blurted out. Dale sat there, a feeling of sadness came over him. Of course this was not her fault. He couldn’t help himself, he reached out and stroked Janet’s hair. She jumped, then froze. The touch was identical to what Dale had done literally hundreds of times. Dale pulled his hand back. ‘My God, I….?’. "No, honey you can't eat your Mom, but now you know whatyou've been sniffing." The experience left me looking forward to more.The erotic odor never left me. God help me I love to eat pussy!Once I was out of school I realized I needed a daddy for my sissy self.As a trannie I was very good looking and had no trouble attracting guys.My goal was to find one that had money and could foot the bill for a sexchange. This was a revelation that came to me in my late teens. I wanteda sex change and needed. It was after ten. I never sleep in that late!"What time do you have to go?" he asked softly. I could hear the dread in his voice."Not until tomorrow," I turned back and saw him at a loss for words. "I told my parents they wanted me to come back for a second interview today." So they don't know?" Nope," I snickered. "Today will be just you and me ... Unless you already have plans." I, um, nothing that I can't get out of," he stammered."Well, I can think of one thing you can get in to," I purred.