I couldn't count the number of times I've whacked off thinking about my own mother, and that it's so wrong only made it more of a turn-on for me.Not u...til my father's death would I ever have suspected that my mother had the same kinds of feelings for me. A few months after the funeral, my mother started walking around the house in very sexy outfits, ones that I didn't even know she owned. I just kinda shrugged it off as a strange way of dealing with her loss. Then, a couple months went by, and. Sue Ann and Barbara were introduced. They were wearing their string bikinis and they thoroughly kissed each one. I shook hands with Mike and George and kissed Jill, Amy and Susan receiving plenty of tongue as I fondled each body. Jill was wearing a t-shirt with no bra and a pair of very short shorts. I tweaked her nipples which were already sticking out. Susan was wearing a micro skirt and I put my hand up between her legs and felt warm pussy since she wasn't wearing panties. Amy was wearing a. I had eleven messages on my Blackberry, most of them from work. I only replied to one message. The one from my beloved boyfriend, Adam Stephens, the biracial stud who stole my heart. I smiled and told Adam that everything was alright, and since it was Tuesday, I went to the movies with him later that day. Adam Stephens is my lifeline in this topsy-turvy world that I live in. I’m frustrated with my studies at Algonquin College because I want to be done with school, get my degree and start. There were false eyelashes which I always enjoy putting on and pink eye-shadow. My lips I realised were going to be red......how appropriate andwith a touch of gloss. I finished of by rolling up the stockings, puttingon the shoes and the maids dress with matching garter and apron. Finallywith the wig on I teetered in front of the mirror on the ridiculously highheels feeling every bit the simpering sissy I looked. It was time to godownstairs.Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door which.