I think most of you know how it goesfrom there. In retrospect her underwear and for that matter her clotheswas pretty mundane but I was drawn to them....I am sure I looked like aclown as her clothes as they were too big for me and more suited to a1950' s housewife but I was in seventh heaven.I was 13 when my father died of a massive coronary. My mother wasdevastated and a lost soul. She took a second job to pay the bills and besure I could go to college so I could have a better life than she did.. Ashok was all in limelight! He was wearing a men’s jockstrap bikini! Every husband pulled their wives away from him, at least not eyeing his sexy fat ass ! He was flirting with every woman around. Mom was with Papa, he had embraced her not allowing her to splish splash in the water with others.The bra had scarcely hidden her nipples and her navel looked more beautiful, wet and glittery. Her pussy was safe in her underwear but her big ass was all naked, a thin lace hauled in her crack that was. I knew I was born male, but I didn't think, act, or desire to be a male. In gym class, or what we used to call "PE", that's where most of the troubles began.When we had combined boys and girl's gym class, where we would be doing calisthenics, more times then not, the teacher would tell the boys to remove their shirts. I hated that!There we'd be, 12 and 13 year-old boys and girls in the same gym class. And there I'd be too. As soon as the shirt came off I'd catch the flack, most of the time I'd. ”“The glory Hole booth is number 20 at the end of the hall.” Answered the clerk, leering at Kelsey.“I sell tokens for 5 minutes but more than one guy can go in at a time.”“The Bitch stays in for an hour, I tape it and give you a copy.”“The goods are free and any pussy money you get you keep.” “If I stop in you get extra for that.”“Kelsey looked ready to pass out.”“DAD – WHAT’S A GLORY HOLE?”“Lets go, you’ll find out when we get there.”I grabbed her arm and led her to the booths.“As we.