I walked back into the bed room, and nearly feinted when I saw what hehad laid out for me on the bed. I looked around the room, and I soonrealised tha... the only clothes that I had that I could wear, weregirl's clothes. I knew only too well that I had to wear what was onthe bed, or something that was just as feminine from the drawers orthe closet. This room had nothing but feminine, and I mean feminine,girl's clothes. Lots of girl's clothes are not feminine. Not so withthe collection of clothing. In the bathroom, I thought of my mom again and masturbated. After this, I went to the kitchen where my father was as usual wearing only a dhoti, but was shocked to see my mother wearing a pajama bottom and only a bra. Whew, it was a really sexy black bra. This was unusual because my mother never used to expose in front of me. It was not those really fancy bras or something. It was a very normal one, but yet it looked more than sexy on her. It was a bit transparent, and I was standing on the. She began to jerk me off slowly. It felt great. Next she started to rub my legs with her other hand. It seemed like that hand also hand lotion on it. She went up and down my legs and to my butt. She instructed me she was going to do something and I better not move. I agree. Her hand moved closer and closer to my asshole till finally she put a finger in it. I was a little in shock at first. I wasn't expecting anything like that. But I did agree not to move. So I didn't. She continue to put her. He squeezed my arm and shook it, careful not to touch my bandaged hand. “It’s an honor to finally meet you, Bobby. Consider my place yours.”“Well, thank you, sir.” I said with a blush.He looked me squarely in the eyes and said in a lower more serious tone, “No, son. Thank you.”I got a lump in my throat and I don’t think I could have spoken if I’d known what to say, so I just nodded. I didn’t know until Tina told me later that Gary had given our waiter instructions that my drinks were on the.