We played with each other like this for a while until I wanted to feel her pussy. I ran my hand down her chest and stomach, until I reached her lower ...elly. She shifted so I could reach her crotch, and I soon felt her neatly trimmed cunt. I traced her slit up and down, and bravely entered her with my finger.Her gentle tugging on my dick soon turned into jacking me off. I didn't know if she wanted me to cum, so I distracted myself by playing with her pussy. She began to moan, and I began to feel. You smile and say "Hello Yvette." Suddenlyoverwhelmed by your masculinity, I am speechless. I blush and stutter areply, "Brian." I blurt wondering who heard, "How nice to meet you."You signal the waitress and ordered a short black for yourself andwithout being asked a skinny latte for me. We make small talk about theweather and sports as you drink you coffee. I clumsily attempted to befeminine without attracting attention. However I find myself slippinginto the sissy voice you have cultivated. I think I must have hit myself somewhere in here . So when you rub it helps. I am happy to have such an understanding son, to help me in pain. But son, can you push your fingers more in , as I think the wound is more inside and if your finger reaches more in, it may massage me there and I may get relief?.”I said “ Sorry mom, this is the maximum length of fingers. I can put 3 fingers instead of 2 but cant reach more inside.” Mom said” Son !please see if there is some long and thick carrot or. Her dark hair was pulled back. After our meetings for the day, she let it down and then put it in a light ponytail to keep it out of her way.I stroked her cheek very lightly. I was hoping she might close her eyes, but she didn’t react in any way. I wondered if I was stepping too far over the line, but I got nothing from her at all. Then she said, “I thought you were going to kiss me?”“Oh, I am. I’m just taking my time and enjoying this. I might never have this chance again and want to make the.