"It's been so long since..." How quiet do we have to be?" I asked, looking around. The door of the bedroom was closed. The blinds were turned down but...there was still plenty of light."Not very." She answered. "Gramma's room is upstairs and at the other end of the house."She wiggled against me suggestively. "Wanna get in bed?" You know I do." I smiled. My penis was already half inflated."Let's go." She took my hand and pulled me to the bed.Once there, she quickly hopped in and pulled the sheet. "We had a good lifestyle. Our house was nice. Not flashy – just nice. The cars were always new, and reflected whatever was popular at that time, and our friends seemed to love to come to our house for dinner parties more than have us over to theirs."When I was expecting Judy, Cal loved to lift up my blouse, and kiss my big stomach, even in front of his parents, and friends. I loved the attention, but hated being put on display. It was like Cal just HAD to uncover me to prove I was really. . "Yeah, I'llgo, but this is the very last time mom." We'll see, but why don't we go find you a nice party dress? We havealmost three hours before your father gets home, that's plenty of time." Why hasn't dad said anything about me dressing as a girl every day? Ithought he would be more...against it?" You can't tell him I told you, okay?" I nodded my head yes. "You lookalmost exactly like his youngest sister. I know you heard about theaccident, but your father was the one that was driving that. I was applying the sunscreen when the same young black man, that I saw yesterday, came up to me."Hello," he said. "Can I help you do that? I know from experience that two people are needed to properly apply that. You can't be too careful with beautiful skin like yours."What he said about my skin was nice. "Sure, you can help me," I said. "Where do you want to start?" How about your shoulders and then I will move to your back."He took the sunscreen bottle and squeezed a fair amount into the palm.