Char was washing the dishes and I hesitated as I looked at her backside. She was the exact same size and shape as Mom and I wondered if she still had ...er black Saturday panties on. I knew she was wearing the cone shaped bra because she had that pointy look that made me hard just thinking about it.I pulled out a chair and sat there watching as she worked, “Something on your mind?” Char asked without turning around.“Do you think I look exactly like my Dad?” I asked fidgeting with my fingers as I. Either way, no one is doing anything about it. Upon moving to Boston, I learned that Deval Patrick, the current Governor of Massachusetts, is a Black man. Unlike Michaelle Jean, the former Governor General of Canada, he wasn’t appointed by some old White person, he was actually collectively elected by the people of Massachusetts. They had a choice between him and some White lady from the Republican Party, and they chose him. Massachusetts is a progressive State. They don’t just say it, they. “OK, you can stand up” she said “and put this on”. She handed me a navy blue linen skirt which when I stepped into it and fastened it up came down almost to my knees. “Now the high heels” she said, indicating the stilettos I had worn the week earlier, “and show me how you look on the catwalk”.I did as instructed, walking up and down the bedroom floor then she told me to walk in front of her to the kitchen so she could ogle my arse wiggling. In the kitchen she had a bottle of Champagne on ice. I'm average in size and length but would flick my knees and bend to gobble my head and swallow my warm cum. Later when nightclub nights ended with no quick cunt feel or fuck, I'd just, feeling all relaxed and tipsy, bend and plop my cock into my mouth...rocking/bobbing away until I came. Still enjoying dressing up, I started to visit the sex shops and would purchase crotchless lingerie as well as a dildo or two. I then would purchase CD/Tranny mags and watch BiSex/SheMale VHS videos. The desire.