A want, atemptation. Just that. And so I pleaded.And the beast grew larger.It turned into a need, into a thirst, into a hunger. It was an urge, awish....It grew into something raw, something all-encompassing. And so Ibegged.Please, Karen.Let me be your sissy.I don't know where the idea was born. Perhaps on a website. Perhaps inpornography. Perhaps I liked the party dresses my sister wore. Perhapsin the news items of the growing number of men who wished to be women.But the lifestyle was. I can feel his body becoming tenser as I suck him faster and faster trying to get him to the very edge when all of a sudden his cock lightly jumps against the roof of my mouth signaling that he's close. I stop immediately and gently bight on the tip reminding him that he can't cum yet. He groans in irritation but still waits to feel what I will do next and relaxes again surprisingly patient. Climbing back up into his lap I guided his hands to my panties, pushing his fingers up against the lace. And don’t worry, I am not going to eat your boyfriend.Sh: Mom Please. Ok, I shall get it.Sn: Take Prachi along with you. You may find it heavy to carry.Sh: Ok. Prachi, come, we’ll go and get the bag.I was still in my room, standing near the walls, hearing all the gossip. The door opened and Sneha entered. She came close to me and locked my lips. My hands were feeling her butt and caressing her one boob.Sn: So how was it, my dear son-in-law? Was she as good as her mother is?Me: Definitely, she. If we weren’t naked so much, I probably would have just done it without asking. Since we are naked so much, I wouldn’t be able to hide it so I thought I should ask you.”“I’m happy you wanted to ask for my permission, but you didn’t have to. If you would like to go bald, you can.”Kathy looked relieved. “For some reason, I thought you would be upset.”“To me, it really isn’t a big deal. It is a popular style and if you don’t like it, you can let it grow back. Now, if you wanted to shave your head,.