Oh, my Gawd! That stare. That look.“Would you like some help cleaning up?” I asked.“Yes,” Alex replied.I lead him to my bathroom. The black br...ckish water had stained his hands, arms, and chest.“I think a shower might be needed,” I remarked as we stepped into my bathroom. Alex looked at my closed shower curtain around my garden tub. “OK,” Alex replied,’ But only if you join me.”Now we were talking. Alex stripped out of his clothes, his eight-inch, cut, manhood hanging down. I slipped my fingers. As evidenced by the weights, bicycles, golf clubs, and other sporting equipment temporarily placed in the driveway, she knew that he was active physically.She introduced herself, and he said that his name was Craig. In the course of discussion, she found out that he was a pharmaceutical salesman and often would be out-of-town. She asked if his wife worked, and he indicated that she was between jobs, as she had to quit to care for her mom that lived in Texas. As airfare costs between North. As a young cross dresser, I had totally dissed the importance of a pair ofgood fitting jeans. I was much more interested in my mother's silkynightgowns, but it's not like you can wear a sexy nightgown to the grocerystore. A woman in the real world needs a good pair of jeans that flattersher ass. As a matter of fact, she needs several pairs. It took a couplehours, but as the clock struck five, my ass was outfitted in denim heaven.*******Mom and I were having dinner in the hotel restaurant. She was particularly interested in getting extra clean in certain spots so I made sure to concentrate on those areas resulting in her having a few orgasms in the process. I tossed around the idea of having Elizabeth come help with Alex's bath. It would have made for some very interesting possibilities.Cathy enthusiastically volunteered to take most of the care of the baby: feeding, burping, diaper changes and bathing. I still don't understand how she could manage to change those smelly diapers..