You sound exactly like your mother. I do not. Dont lie. Yeah, when youre mad you sound like your mom. Then when you get to excited. Then, just normal ...alking, you sound like a valley girl with a New England accent. Whatever, I said defeated. Shut up. I love your accents, though, EJ said, before he kissed me. I am still here, Mrs. Roberts said from the other side of me. Oh sorry, I said pulling away from him. We will continue, later, EJ whispered into my ear as he put his arm around me. After. Tom is a very handsome guy, about5' 10" with a slim body that he keeps in shape through regularworkouts. I thought that if I got him the right outfit and did a goodjob with his makeup, I could turn him into a very attractive woman. Asmy friends told me, this would probably be the only chance I ever hadto get him into a dress so I better make the most of it.The first problem was to find him a maid's outfit. On Sunday afternoonwhile Tom was watching a football game, I got on the Internet. She put her old mattress, springs, and frame in the basement for the janitor to dispose of. That afternoon she went to the public library and spent an hour or so browsing in two or three departments when she spotted a face she recognized -- that of the man she called David. He was glancing at a popular book on housing problems, and when he took a seat at a table, she took some courage in both hands. She sat across from him and a little to one side. She pretended to be reading, but she. Regis lubed up her right hand. “Oh my god, she’s gonna fist me!” I thought as she clustered her fingers. I got all tingly excited as I felt her fingers press my labia in then half closed my eyes as her push seared through my vulva. Again I was in my glory, taking it all like a woman and taking it good too, considering the surroundings. With steadfast determination, she felt every square inch of my vagina as I humped my hips absentmindedly. At that point, she abruptly withdrew her hand. She.