I was shocked. Here I was with my hand in my panties. He had caught me masturbating. I quickly removed my hand. I was embarrassed beyond belief. ... could feel my face flushed and red. It was an awkward moment as we both stared at each other. Still smiling, he finally said “Having a little fun here, I see.” I wanted to die I was so humiliated. I muttered “ I am so sorry, I didn’t think anyone was here.” I told him that I was finishing up here and will be leaving right away. He was no. .November 30th, 8:02 PMI got to the bedroom long after the 'Funky Town' ringer on my cell phonestopped, so I knew the call had gone to my voice mail. Had it been Brador Lisa calling, they would have called the house phone. It probablywas James and for a moment I got a little excited. Was he back in townalready? I flipped the clamshell lid of the phone open.'Missed call:' and the number I had grown up with most of the later partof my childhood years was listed next to that message. Shit! I. Of course, his mother’s breasts had aged a little and were not as perky as they were when he first saw them, but in all honesty, they did not look like forty-five year old ones. Her nipples had grown larger though from what he remembered, but they were rather appealing. Justin could not wait to feel both.Slowly, his mother walked to him, her breasts bouncing as she did, and touched his face with her hands and pulled him down to her level and kissed him. Justin fell into his mother’s lips with. We were naturally attracted to each other. She appreciated my humor andI liked her earthy practicality. Our friendship blossomed from that dayon. We'd do lunch twice a week on average. I was 10 years her junior butthat didn't seem to matter. I know now that our easy friendship flowedfrom a deeper source.I had been cross dressing for as long as I could remember and was ableto pass with ease aided by feminine features, narrow shoulders and athin petite 5'6" stature. With the help of hormones, my.