I tried to convince her that there is nothing wrong in it. She said no no let me wait for the maid another week. Another week passed but the maid did ...ot come. I again offered to give mom a massage. This time she reluctantly agreed (after some persuation) but kept a condition that she will be wearing her clothes. I agreed to her condition. I was really excited.I asked her to lie down on the bed. She was wearing a white kurta with orange floral design and solid orange color salwar. I got on top. When the shock wore off, I gently moved over to the edge of the bed and propped myself on my side so I could watch. I have seen pictures, but this was real life and I had a front row seat... so to speak. Miss Left, as I have to call her because I still did not know their names, was on the bed, her knees bent and spread wide. Miss Right's head was buried between her legs and I could hear slurping sounds mixed with the moaning by both girls. She was using her arms to keep those long legs open for. Slowly he spins me three-sixty, inspecting me and the garment.He leads me back onto the airbed, this time, holding the sleeping bag open so I can slide in. He fol-lows me in and zips the bag up. We lie on our sides facing each other chatting and smoking for an-other couple of hours, we talk about what surgery and treatments I could have to help me become almost a woman.About five p.m, Jake decides to get some sleep, I watch him drift off and decide to have another spliff as the storm, still. She was a short, slender gorgeous girl, with blonde hair and yellowish eyes, with crafted lips. Although she was slender she had very shapely thighs and legs. As I looked her up and down I ended up at her feet. Looking at her foot, now swaying back and forward with her shoe hanging slightly off the edge. My cock jumped up In my pants and sent shivers through me, for some reason I couldn’t stop staring and the more I looked the more I understood why people would find a foot so sexy. She had tiny.