I explained that Ijust wasn't comfortable about being fitted for bras in the ladiesdressing room. She understood completely. We talked about getting m...some padded training bras and if I decided to continue with developingreal breasts, I'd have to start hormone treatments. That's why I wasgoing to see a gender identity counselor. She told me more aboutMargaret."She's a new counselor, dear. What am I supposed to call you? James is aboy's name. Totally unacceptable for a girl who I just bought. You do?" We fucked on the couch!" She said, as the speed of the thrusting increased, "I sat back and spread my legs wide, taking in the full length of his cock. It was fantastic. I wanted to suck him off too, but I knew you needed me up here, my dirty little lesbian daughter!". Giving her a big wide smile, she asked, "are you glad you've got such a caring mother?" Yes I am," panted Karen, "where is mmmm... dad now?" He's in the shower. What would he think if he came in here and saw his little. "Let's see" I said softly, taking the waist clincher and circling behindhim again. This time he did not resist as I wrapped the clincher roundthe outside of his netball uniform. This would look interesting! Iwrapped it round his waist and laced it at the back. His erection hadnot changed - it was very interesting! I started to pull the clinchertight. "This will give you a small girly waist. Hold tight Ricky whileI lace you up." He never spoke a word as I tightened the clincher, apartfrom the. Paul was her highschool sweetheart, instead of college he enlisted in the Army. They were to be married when he got back from 'over there'. Instead of a wedding, the ceremony was a military funeral with full honors. We talked for hours, going back to my place after the restaurant had closed for the night. The sun came up and we continued to talk as we walked down to the corner shop for danish and coffee. We fell asleep on the couch, holding on to each other around ten.The phone ringing woke us.