Then one day, about six months into my cross-dressing adventures, what I thought could be the worst thing that could happen, happened. I was dressed i... a pair of panties, nylons, a black mid-thigh skirt, and a white satin blouse. I had just finished applying make-up when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I spun around toward the door, and there stood Mom.I started stammering, trying to come up with why I was dressed like this. With a smile, Mom asked, “Is this the way you feel you. "You are certainly no slut!" Sit down and listen to me, Dan. I am a slut and you will agree when I am done with my story. I see you're all hard and excited about this," she smiled as she looked at the lump in my pants.I sat down at the kitchen table and Denise took a seat across from me. I watched as she composed herself. She fiddled with the silverware for a minute before she began."The day after you left on your trip I had an appointment with Nancy's cousin, Steve Morgan. He was interested in. John had not stopped their as he had soon taught her another way she could enjoy the hardness of his fit muslues as sliding up behind her he had pushed her forward till he was between her legs her back to the wall, reaching down he had lifted her up till his swollen stiffness and slowly filled her womanhood much to her gasps of pleasure and surpise. With her eyes till close as she enjoyed her memory of that first joint shower a the few more that had come following till John had shipped out. "Alex wanted to scream at the computer's monitor, 'They didn't kill him. I did.' But all she did was turn off the monitor and put her hands over her eyes.It was 7:06 when she lifted her head again. She stared at the clock as it ticked over. 7:07 now. She spat out the now-dead pop-o-mint gum and opened the MPC program. She intended to delete the whole program, but held back at the last. It wasn't its mistake, it was mine. She called up her own profile and typed a simple instruction: 'Do not.