I kissed each and every place on her face, neck ears…. Everywhere. She was also kissing me all over. I bit a little on her ears and neck.Now she sta...ted moaning. My hand started moving to south. Gently pressing, massaging & folding her soft breasts, while continuously kissing her lips & neck. To my surprise she was not wearing bra.I could feel her erect nipples. I pinched them hard. She was on fire by then. She pushed me back and removed the top herself.She had a nice curvy figure. My jaw. My eyebrows had been plucked and shaped and my wife had made me up very convincingly, spending a lot of time on my eyes, making them very bold and eye-catching. My lips also were full and glossy, in a bright red contoured with a dark lip pencil. To top it all off, my wife had insisted I wear a bright red short wig, styled into a modern cut that was swept forward over my ears and part of my cheeks. Although they could not be seen whilst I was dressed, my mistress had also given me a pedicure. “Lucia, you will need to contact your Professor Forbes in Tucson and tell him we’re planting crops now and see if he can help you get the papers on the grants started. We have many things we need to plan ahead for now, before we get too busy in the fields.“All of you will have to think about what we’ll need, before we need it, so we can plan for it. I know nothing about farming, but if you tell me how to do it, and what we’ll need, I can help by making sure we have the tools and equipment here. There never seemed to be enough time for her whenshe was Mick Montana and her doting grandparents were his slightlyneglectful parents. Mr. Montana was an award-winning jockey and when hewasn't racing or training horses he was moving from track to track asthe season waxed and waned. Magdalena, Mrs. Montana, stayed at theirhome with Mick, but she was always involved with teaching and communityactivities. Now they were both semi-retired and at his beck and call.Only now, he was a she!Micki sighed.