My mom was on her knees, for the second time for me. She gladly licked my cock, as hot water from the shower hit on my back. My dick was very erect no..., and so rigid, it was just too upright, and wouldn’t bend at all. My mom’s tongue sure was too hot for my young prick.She raised her butt, and sat on the air, holding my hand tightly, for support, and continued to accommodate extra hard cock, in her mouth.My mom was soon back on her feet. She pushed her hips towards my manhoodand asked me to. I had now become used to walking in heels following my experiences theprevious evening, although I had been drunk for much of the time, but Iwas still conscious of trying to look as feminine as possible as I walkedand consequently of each step that I took. I didn't want anyone butLizzie and Victoria to know that I was still physically a man, even if,dressed as I was, I was struggling to think of myself as being a male atall anymore. I saw our reflection in each shop window we passed. They all had natural blonde hair and pale blue eyes.Gwendolyn told me that she was twenty-five and had Kelly when she was only eighteen years old.Then one Saturday Gwendolyn called me and said, “I have to go to work soon and my babysitter quite. Can you fill in until I can find a new one?”I said, “Sure! I’ll be right over.”Gwendolyn said, “Okay. I only have one rule. Don’t play around with my daughters.”Stunned I said, “But we like to play games and that Kelly is very good at them. "I knew I would love this. I mean I've seen pictures and videos, but looking at it for real, it's..." So big," Fred offered as he put his arm around the teenager. "It's the Atlantic ocean," he laughed. "It's supposed to be big. But, you've seen it from the Cruiser as we drove in." Yeah, but now we're standing next to it. Look at all the sand," she said, gouging her toes in. Then glancing back up, "Oh, look. What kind of ship is that way out there?" That's a tanker. See the one to the right even.