Briefly she wondered if Mike had ever smelled his mother's hot pussy and that only made her hornier."Well, I can't really help it, with all this talk ...bout sex!" Janet exclaimed."I know that, honey but you're really dripping! You really need a man!"Janet was too embarrassed to reply. Angela continued to fumble with the zipper, trying to reattach the two metal ends. But she was now too horny to concentrate. The smell of Janet's oozing pussy oils filled the air. Suddenly Angela realized how badly. We spent a great deal of time talkingabout your situation; she is such a warm and intelligent woman. Shecould tell without asking me that you had an unusual interest in thegirls ballet clothing, without me even telling her that you like todress up at home sometimes. Anyway, before she bought the balletstudio, she spent many years as a child psychologist, and often workedwith children that had gender issues. She believes it is healthy toexplore 'crossing over' into the female gender as you. I wanted to gaze upon her so I had gently pushed her away and she had rolled onto her back. I propped my head up on my arm as I looked down upon her. I was torn between allowing her to sleep and my desire to have her. My desire won out so I put my head back down on the pillow and blew softly into her ear. Her hand went up to where I had blown on her and brushed the side of her head but she gave no indication that she’d actually awakened. I did it again, a little more forcefully this time and. Next, she reached back and removed her bra and now I saw all. Nipples, breast, everything.“What do you think?” She asked matter-of-factly.“I like them,” I answered and thrust my waist up again.“Touch them,” she said, and so I did, reaching up and carefully massaging her breasts.“Can I ask you something?” I asked as she purred to my careful massaging.“Anything,” she answered in a sexy tone.“Are you a virgin?”No,” Jennifer answered bluntly, “I lost my virginity when I was thirteen.” At this, she.