Since I had the opportunity to share black cocks with Lauren, It took two weeks before she was again involved with my sexual life. ''These men, they j...st want to fuck your ass. They don't care that you have a penis. I spoke to them, and they just want to fuck a feminine trans. If you dress to fuck, they'll fuck you all day.'' Lauren had spoken with many of the men that she regularly fucks, and they wanted to have a different type of whore at work. They wanted something other than a married or. I closed the garage door and walked to the house...I had not yet seen "T". To my surprise when I got in the house she was dressed in something I had not seen before...she was a good seamstress and had cut down a pair of my late uncles bib overalls to fit her...the legs had been cut off to now be real short too. It must have taken a lot of work as it fit her really well. She turned around for my to see how thy fit and I noticed she had nothing on under. Her beautiful 34 b's just barely contained. I now take my hand and place them between your silky thighs and direct you to spread them apart only by touching them. Again, you are aware of my direction and spread your legs. I get on my knees behind you and run both of my hands down the outside of your thighs and over the black-laced top thigh high stockings. I feel a shudder from you as I reach your ankles. I then switch to the inside of your ankles and direct my finger tips up the inside of your leg, past your knees, over the lace. "Smarty-pants."Bitch, I almost said. "I actually miss you guys. It's not like I thought it would be, you know, being alone. It's kinda spooky." I thought you were fourteen." It's still kinda spooky. Like, sleep with the light on, spooky."She laughed. "Imagine you're a girl. Then think about being scared, Matthew.For a moment, I imagined it too plainly."Good bye. Talk to you later, sweetheart." Bye, Mom."No bedtime, I just realized that. I could stay up all night and she wouldn't know. All night.