Just perfect. I also dropped off the pictures and text at the real estate broker. He felt sure he could sell our house in a week or two."At half past ...our we were sound asleep.Mary woke me up at a quarter to seven. "Wake up, sleepy-head. You've just got time to get dressed. Henny will be here soon."In the kitchen she had prepared a sparse buffet, a few cold cuts, shrimps, eggs, mussels, salad, cheese, and bread. I had just told her how good it looked, when the Toyota entered the driveway. Mary. I am no longer dressing for my gender. I am no longer dressing to pass as a woman as most sissy boys are prone to do. I am dressing for other men, Black men. I am dressing to attract and please Black men. I will dress the part always. I agree that I will, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, dress in the absolute sexiest clothing with which I can get away with, depending on the circumstances. When I have to dress in boy clothes I will wear the sexiest panties, thongs or boy shorts. Ow. Fuck! That hurts.” She grimaced and tried to scramble away from the would-be invader, which was difficult because she was trying to keep Kyle in her cunt at the same time. “Wait. I said, wait, you little shit. Damn”“What? This was your idea.”“I know, I know, but I haven’t had anyone back there in a while. I think we just need some lube. Okay? There’s some hand cream in my desk drawer. That should do the trick. That one over there.”“Hand cream? Will that be any good?”“It’ll have to do—it’s. She must have just been in a hurry to pick us up and threw on whatever was at hand.“Well, Mom, you got laid last night,” I grinned.“I did,” she said with a shudder. “Mmm, it was a wonderful night. I took care of your father for you.”“I'm sure daddy still loves your hot bod, Mother,” I said, wanting to reassure her. “I mean, you have those huge tits.”“I know,” Kimmy said, cupping her little mounds. “Ooh, mine will never grow.”“They will dear.” Mom looked around. “And where is your father?”“Still.