I could see his small cock pushing out on his gym shorts and he smiled at me. I got off the bed and went to the hall bathroom to get ready. When I c...me out I was surprised to see my unc1e there in the hallway. He told me again how happy he was to have me back for a few days. I told him I loved visiting, he said he loved to have me. He stepped closer to me and without thinking I moved in and gave him a big hug. He immediately put his arms around me and pulled me in tight. I felt his hands. It was about this time I started to fix her hair. I started picking outher clothing. I took jazz and tap and modern dance.One night, we were making a casserole, and Mom turned to me and smiled."So, you're still insisting you aren't gay," she said."I'm not, Mom," I said."It doesn't matter to me one way or the other," she said. "I do know thatsome boys dress like girls but they aren't gay. I saw that on Oprah." Oh." Look, sweetie, you're my love," she said. "My only child. And I'll loveyou no. . I want to make her happy, so..."He gathered them up like Mum said, tugging them up his hairless, skinny legs to his knees before standing up to streach them the rest of the way on. He was expecting that irritating, scratchy itch he remembered from the last time he wore these dumb things, but such sensations were totally absent this time; instead, just... well, a sort of tickly, leg-hugging feel, but nothing NASTY... Jeremy smiled slightly as he told himself to chill out, looking down at his. I reached out to rub her panty-clad crotch. The material was warm and soaking wet. "I can tell you're turned-on by what you see," I grinned. Patty moaned, covering my hand groping her pussy with one of hers, pressing it against her."You want to answer the ad, Patty?" I prompted, squeezing my wife's mushy pussy-mound in my palm. "You want that big black cock?"After a lengthy pause of silence, Patty softly said, "Yes."With her agreement, I felt a buzz of lust run through me. Slipping fingers.