I realized I would need to shave mylegs, arms, armpits and torso permanently. I could not let myfingernails grow too much, as well. Since I could not ...o to a beautysalon as a male, and since it would be really strange if I appearedthere so "hairy" as a female, I would need to shave everything myself. Idecided also to let my fingernails grow as much as I could without beingweird in my male form. During this initial period I was scared about thepossibility that someone would discover my. “Let me cum.” I said, part statement, part plea. “I’ll decide when you can cum.” she said defiantly. I sat back and watched her play. Her fingernails dancing on the sensitive head brought more pain and pleasure. Rubbing her fingers and the palm of her hand over the lubricated head brought me to the point of no return. “Do you want to cum?” “Yes.”I said, with some emphasis, leaving no doubt about what I wanted and needed. Mercifully, Carol began to stroke my cock hard and fast. In minutes, maybe. They were designed to show off as littleskin as possible both because Mrs. Gormley was afraid of the sun due toher bout with cancer and her ubiquitous feelings of being cold.The second draw contained more tops of a similar style to the first. Inthe third drawer were long skirts. There weren't any pants of any type.Mrs. Gormley thought that it was easier to put on skirts than pants dueto her arthritis.Finally, the lowest drawer contained her lingerie. There were dozens ofcotton full cut. I am worn out Grace I'll get Colleen to take over but you will have to pay her as well. That's fine, that's fine. Colleen, can you take over here? Colleen had been in the other room studying her medical text, but the sound of Grace orgasming for the last 30 minutes had destroyed any chance of remembering what she had read. I'll be right there Mother Colleen replied. Taking position on the opposite side of the table as she was left handed she started the two handed manipulation of Graces pussy.