She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and she had huge boobs.Me: See that lady. How is she?He: Hot!Me: What are you seeing?He: Her boobs. And the zip of...her jeans is open.Then I observed her. Her zip was open.“I have an idea. She will come and say thanks to you.”I just slid from the seat, brushing my ass on his face, and went to the lady.Me (to the lady): Hi, your zip is open. The other guys are secretly watching you. My husband asked me to inform you.”She said, “Oh, thanks” and put on her. Eventhe guys who were sitting there and knew were looking at a guy. I wasembarrassed and looked around and yes a few of them seemed to be aroused. Ihad dressed as a girl for Halloween before with some success. I had worn mymother's old bathrobe and bathing cap, It was fun. I have also seen prettygirls wearing pretty dresses and fantasized about dressing up like that andflirting with guys wondering how the cloths would feel, But that was justfantasy. I was startled out of my reverie by another. "I had heard others remark that I was an exceptionally pretty baby. Momwent on, "I probably shouldn't tell you this, and you mustn't tell theothers, but you're the one I've always loved most. I just couldn't helpit." Mom turned over onto her back to look at me. There was a nearly fullmoon outside, and we could see each other pretty well."Gee, thanks for telling me, Mom. That makes me feel very proud." Ileaned forward and kissed her on the lips for the first time. "Mom, wouldyou mind if I nursed. Taller than I’d imagined even though their online profile had mentioned that he was 6’4’’.“Hi,” he said, leaning in for a kiss on the cheek.“Hi,” I replied quietly. I stood there awkwardly, feeling more nervous than I could ever remember being.“This way,” he said as he smiled, gesturing back the way he had come and we both headed in that direction. He asked how I was and how the journey had been. He seemed so laid back it was hard for me not to feel, if not quite relaxed, less anxious. We.