Okay, that was great, but the reason for this letter was that Joy suggested we accept my Aunts Elaine’s invitation to stay at her ...ottage for a weekend. Elaine was my favorite aunt. We drove to the cottage at the mountain lake and, when we arrived, Aunt Elaine ran from the house to meet us. She had on a man’s shirt and when the shirt flipped up a little, I glimpsed a thick muff of hair on her pussy. Joy trimmed hers so she could wear. Hips swayed with each step, which helped me to further lose myself in the role I so wanted to play. I reminded myself to be more feminine in my gestures, speech and actions with each step. I knew that I would likely overdo it but I needed to feel as feminine as possible for my own enjoyment of this moment and day. My heart raced as it always did when I heard her footsteps down on the stairs. I knew that she expected to find Sabrina here that morning yet fears still washed over me. She wakes up ask where she is and what happens I tell her that we went out drinking and they got smashed and she at my house she giggles gets up drinks water and uses the bathroom I take the time to look at her pics and texts but couldn't close them out before she came back out so I hit the home button and toss it over where she was laying. she then ask if I was going to stay up a bit longer if so she would cane and watch tv with me so I agree yea sure. As she looking for her phone grabs it and. “Bish,” Asha drew out the expression.“What’s up? How’s London. How is that African dick?”“Gurl, it’s great! Let me tell you I said his apartment lacked character. And this motherfucker had an interior decorator show up today.”“Ah shit, gurl! You hit the jackpot!”“He’s so sweet! I really like him.”“He seemed like a good guy on the yacht.”“How are things with you,” the transsexual from Mississippi inquired.“It’s all good, girl. I’ve gotta go in to the studio today. There’s an amateur guy I’ve.