When Charlette and the other maids were getting behind in their cleaning, Paula would drive out of the laundry area in her golf cart and would aid the...maids in their stripping so she could wash the sheets.After moving out on his own, Brandon used the money he earned as a maid to start his transition. After a year and a half on hormones, he looked as sexy without the breasts forms he'd wear as he did with them. One day Brandon was in the supermarket in a tan and white-checkered dress, white. It was calm. It was right... both girls knew it.Moll opened her bag and slid over as Barb held open the flap to her snuggle sack and moved over. There was a cuddle, an embrace, and a kiss. There were ever so soft whispers in the dark and there were touches; many, many touches. Both girls had known boys, both girls had enjoyed penis in various places around their bodies. Both girls had known the joys of self-love; rubbing on themselves at night in the dark or in the shower or in private places,. He needed to look away, walk away, but he was frozen in place as if cursed by Medusa. Maybe this was the beginning of the end.His jaw twitched and he swiped his tongue across his upper lip breaking the spell but he still didn't discard the garment. He obscenely stretched the hem until the fine material threatened to shred. The crotch of her panties glistened with wetness. They were soaked. He rationalized it was from the rain until he realized the fabric was stained with milky white. “Good. I think this time you’ll be getting a longer bottom-warming from Doreen and myself and then we’ll take care of you, young man.” She leaned in and kissed me gently on my neck.“Anything that you would like – a nice wank, or slow blow job, or wank on our tits. Anything that you would like as long as you’re a good boy and take your spanking.” She spoke seductively in my ear before kissing my neck once more.“Thank you, Auntie Maureen,” I answered, gasping as I could feel my cock throbbing in.