"Paula knows," she replied, but she wasn't offering much more than direct answers to my direct questions.After popping my cherry the night before, we'... sort of been walking on eggshells. I'd woken up feeling complicated, that's the best word for it. If I was angry with her, it's because Lauren hadn't told me right away that she was a transsexual -- the word she used to explain her strange situation. In the back of my mind I wondered if she wasn't just some kind of cross-dressing fag. I felt. You give a soft purr of approval, and after a minute open your eyes a little, seeing that the pair of hands belong to Derek. Your lips part in an almost imperceptible smile and you close your eyes again.For a good ten minutes, I sit and watch you being massaged, at the head and foot – the top and bottom of your body. You are so relaxed that you might almost appear to be asleep. But as Sally’s hands move down to your shoulders and you pectorals, I see your nipples start to stiffen under your. "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes, and we'll get you cleaned up."I had to groan. Not only would I have to be naked in front of my mom again, but she was going to have to wash me all over. I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep my erection down.Resigned to my fate (There was no way I was going to stink for the next few months!), I got up and waited for mom in the bathroom. Her auburn hair was tied back, and she wore somewhat tight fitting clothing that showed her figure off to great. Give me your shorts and I'll wash them before you go home. You don't want your mom to see this." Daryl was wide-eyed as he contemplated what she had just said. How could he just give her his shorts? His underwear got soaked first, and they were really soaked. Cindy could see his hesitation and said "Let's go to the bathroom. You can strip and wrap yourself in a towel and pass me your stuff through the door. You can shower while I get the washing started and then just wait with me till it's.