" Oh, I can't believe that dear, she's been telling me of Joan's genderconfusion for the last six months! She's also recently told me that whenyou go...to Johnny's home, you often ask what it's like to dress like agirl. That's why we watched that DVD together, to make you morecomfortable with those issues." Mum, it's not true," I replied.Mum fetched the tea bags from the cupboard and put them in the cups. Shestopped to reflect with a thoughtful expression."Then how could she force to sit still. She was! So we exchanged details, along with my address so that she could give it to a friend for safety and after a few false alarms (things happened) she was on her way. Arriving at my door in a long sexy coat, she gave me no clue what she was wearing below. I offered to take her coat, and she dropped it off her shoulders to reveal a nice cute dress, shoulders exposed and just long enough not to be slutty. After some pleasantries we moved to the sofa. I soon moved in for a kiss. Her beautiful. ....Dawn. Ahhhhhhhhh......Dawn was a petite high maintenance woman in her 40’s when I was still in my mid twentys. ,,,,,,She was what we called a “Short Hills” girl. Well educated, born into money, would probably never work and spent her time on charities and shopping. She was very quiet and owned the condo next to mine but in a different town house. Our condos were grouped two on the bottom and two on the top with four separate garage doors on the front ground level. Actually the front was the. Her one breast was as squeezed to my side. I was able to reach around her back to the underside of her other breast. She moaned loudly as I caressed it. Suddenly I felt her hand wrap itself under my limp manhood. I jerked and let out an “oh”. I immediately started to firm up again. I kissed her on the forehead and then her lips. “Do you want to be on top?” I asked “Then you can be in control of the pressure and speed as things move forward.”Maggie contemplated for a moment then agreed. She.