You can write it to me on This story starts a few years back when I was still an engineering student. I was a good student and I had few great friends... But I was bit introvert and because of this, I had no GF. If you get into a college, the first question your friends ask “ koi ptaayi kya ? “ but I wasn’t so popular among girls. I was a very shy student. I never had the courage to go and talk to a girl. I use to get sexually attracted to girls but never had the courage to go and talk to them. I. I may have had too much on my mind to remember I was not going to work for a while. I'm not sure how much of the 12 weeks I would take. I first called Bob's number at work and left a message that I would be gone for three weeks minimum, but I could be reached by cell phone if necessary. Then I got up, showered again, got dressed, then knocked on the girl's doors before I started on breakfast for us. By the time breakfast was ready, the girls were out at the table dressed in shorts, fancy. Soft and tentative at first, the kissing became passionate and eager. Time stood still as we kissed like two horny teenagers. Without words we collapsed onto my parents bed and ended up in my first ever sixty-nine. I was on my back my cock standing erect like a flagpole while my Mom straddled my face, her silk stocking-clad legs on each side of my head. Her glistening pussy lips were directly above me. I stared like one would a car crash, unable to look away. I felt my Mothers hand getting a. "I know what a tranny is," she said, "What I want to know is how long you've felt this way?" Since I was a old enough to get an erection. I'd steal into my mother's room and try on her nighty or other clothes, and get off on them." Why are you telling me this now?" she asked."I didn't want you to find out by walking in on me while trying on your bra or something, and the urge has been too strong. We, transvestites, at least some of us, try to quit but the urge is always there and surfaces.