I was lost. I walked over to her, got down on my knees before her, stroking her long legs and pulled her dress up to her buttocks. No panties and I wa... facing a little black string and under it her sweet pink pussy. I placed my hands on her hips and pressed my lips against her string and kissed her. The smell…so sweet.Jenny placed her hands on my head then she turned so I could see her tight hot ass in front of. I let my hands glide gently over her long legs and tenderly started to kiss her. My father left when I was two or three years old. I don't remember himat all.Oddly, however, his sister, Lucy, moved in with Mum shortly after that.She took on Dad's old job and helped to support Mum financially.Despite effectively having two Mums, they found me difficult to controlwithout a Dad and when I reached the age of six they introduced"petticoat punishment" to control my behaviour.Apparently dressing me up as a girl and calling me "Annette" calmed medown and made it easier for my Mums. I ordered another round and surveyed the place while waiting for my drinks. With rainbow flags hanging everywhere and two guys making out by the pool table it became obvious, I was in a gay bar. It didn’t matter to me, as good a place to get drunk as any I thought, downing another shot.I noticed a big burly guy sitting at the other end of the bar and the thought fluttered briefly in my mind, that he might be stout enough to withstand my lustful pounding. I dismissed the thought just as quickly,. I put my lust aside and enjoyed her company and the sexy outfits she always wore. After a couple of months on the project I noticed Patti started putting on a little weight. I knew better to say anything. I had also noticed that she spent less time with us at the bar and when she did she never drank any alcohol. After a couple weeks she let everyone know she was pregnant. This was her first c***d and she was so happy.As the months passed by Patti crew larger and larger. She was still a knockout.