Dropping the soap, I picked her up so that her legs were wrapped around my waist, my hands holding her butt cheeks securely. We stared into each othe... eyes. With one of my hands holding her, I took the other and gently pushed her back so that her stomach was flat, her eyes staring at the ceiling. I then stared down at the hairless vagina that was inches from my dick. I took my free hand and placed on my cock and guided it so that the tip was touching her pussy lips.“This is going to hurt a. I remembered what it was liked tojack off in my mother's granny panties as I chose from among the assortedcolors.One of the first things I noticed about the styles in the store was that allthe winter fashions had been replaced by spring fashions. Things like thatwill happen when you're in a coma for three months.Mom and I hit the racks and the shelves. I needed pant suits and dressesand dresses with jacket blazers...and of course I needed jeans.As a young cross dresser, I had totally dissed. But this was entirely different. She was complimentary and appreciative in a way that only women can be. She wasn’t trolling for some online dirty-talking romance. She just mentioned that she loved my physical appearance and took matters into her own hands. It wasn’t as if she were hitting on me; it was just an adult lady being openly sexual and confessing it to me. I was taken aback and instantly felt those butterflies in my stomach, thighs, and loins, just like when I discovered that I like. Because you're waiting on your dissertation committee and you're not a basket case, and because anyone who can read that..." I pointed down at the papers in front of her, "can program my VCR so that I don't miss 'Reba' anymore."She laughed again. "And why would I want to go out with you?" Good question," I mused. "Well, I'm cute. And I'm funny. And I don't kiss on the first date, so don't even ask me." Not even if I beg?" Won't happen," I told her.By the time we'd finished dinner, I knew I was.