Marcia." Marcia."Claire's sharp, razor-thin mouth drew that much thinner, that muchsharper, a tiny, momentary twitch in the corner registering herdisa...proval. Her ears, above the tasteful pearl earrings, burned brightpink. Nothing else, though, registered."Marcia," she said again flatly."Let's go someplace where we can talk," Marcia said, feeling strangelyless nervous, more self-assured. "I have something to tell you."* * *They sat at a table in the airport food court, toying with the. Her tongue was penetrating my mouth. I circled my lips around her tongue, allowing them to slide down the length it as she withdrew it. We broke our embrace and I sat down on the couch next to her. I had hardly taken a look at her.She was wearing a yellow and white flowered dress, pulled together at her narrow waist with a belt. She had on tan stockings and white sandals with a two or three inch heel. I put my hand about two inches above her knee and looked at her. She was grinning like she. And then she did it. Stella took hold of my cock with her other hand. Her hand was cool and soft, and it was on my dick. I wanted to touch her. I kissed her on the lips again. My mother-in-law started moving her hand up and down the shaft of my cock. I had gotten very hard. She looked down at my erection, smiled, and mouthed the word "Wow". Just when I started to make a move toward her tits or ass, or something, there was some noise from the kitchen. Someone was getting up from the table. My. . Just may be a chanceencounter with someone who would find this horny cross-dressed sissywhore sexy, or at least worth fucking... And though I would never act onthose fantasies, the titillating possibility of that happening wasenough for my heart to flutter and my dickie swell uselessly inside thehard plastic tube, to which I had no key.In this scared and aroused state, I gingerly stepped on the walkway,listening to the sound of my five inch spike heels on the concreteechoing my heart beat. It.