I even looked forward to getting my weekly clothing catalogue from Carmel. We would sit together, sometimes with anther working girl named Charlotte, ...nd we would select sexy fetish clothing from the catalogue and then it would be ordered in for us. Carmel and I also managed to get together for the occasional hot transbian sex session which I enjoyed a great deal.It was different making love with another transvestite than it was with the punters. Most of the punters were rough and only. Agood cadet too, I'd worked hard enough that my promotions had been by myown merit rather than Father's reputation.Today, on the day of my eighteenth birthday party, I was working for meand had the financial independence to do so. I'd already checked thebank - Grannie's trust fund had paid up as planned. It wasn't a vastamount, but enough to see me through the next year if I was careful.Best of all, Father couldn't touch it.Casey had done the most to help. Most of the preparation had been. I phoned Kim and told her to meet me at my apartment at 2:00 PM. I didn’t mind that she would know where I live. It was time we got closer – much closer. When Kim walked into my place I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was if she could read my mind. She was wearing a schoolgirl outfit – short-sleeved white shirt, open but tied in a bow at the bottom, green plaid pleated skirt – very short; high white anklets and scuffed saddle shoes. Her hair was in pigtails. She had on her trademark “Angel”. In his room Jeff began stroking his cock as he relived every time his mother’s tits rubbed up against him and how passionate their kiss was that very evening. What the hell. What did he have to lose if he didn’t act now while they were both more vulnerable?Dressed in his boxer underwear, his ridged rod visible as it pressed against the fly, he entered his Mother’s bedroom. Ann was in the process of undressing. Her full tits hung down the pink areolas and ridged nipples contrasting with her lily.