That fog of desire hit. We played with each other, then slowed and caressed each other’s tongue. Amelia started rubbing my erection with her pussy. ... held her succulent bottom and pressed her back against the tiled shower wall, reaching between us to grasp myself. Easing back, I guided the tip into her cleft. Amelia inhaled through her nose, her tongue probing into my mouth. Labia oozed apart, my tip burrowing in. I caught at the base of her slit, poised, and stopped. Amelia didn’t want to. I loved it! The size of the car, huge, made it easy for me to store and then change into my alter-ego- Rebeca. I’d leave work and then in about twenty-five minutes or so, I’d become a little gurlie-boi fuck-toy and play as long as I could. My mom was in the clinical phase of nursing school, so, her work and home hours were always changing and the let me do whatever I wanted quite often. So, I’d frequently leave the house for work, get done, and then change into Rebeca and get some real work. At the rear it even have a small room they used for the occasional sleep over. Three single beds fitted in their quite comfortably and I had a shower installed.We, I was paying the bills and acting as unpaid bookkeeper, also employed a young girl they knew from college to act as secretary, receptionist and everything else a start up small business needs. Their bread and butter, that paid the bills, was weddings and from an occasional piece of advertising work from one of the local TV stations. " Oh? And why's that?" And from there, off I went. I trusted thiswoman, more so than I ever realised, she was the steady column fromwhich I could lean against and know everything wouldn't come crashingaround my head. So I stand on the balcony for about an hour in thewarm summer night air, with just my nightgown on, chatting away whenMom decides to thrust forward some advice."Listen hon, this is going to end with you needing a hug." It is?" Yes, and I'm not in the vicinity, but who IS in the.