Reaching behind her she searched for my cock, finding it somewhat revived, stimulated fromhaving her fresh young body against mine. She began moving m...e, trying to get me to her pussy. She kneeled on me, then begged,"Please. I want you. I need you." Bev cautioned,"Christie sweetie are you sure, I know you feel..." Mom, please.." I could hear her voice, caught up in emotions. As much pleasure as I'd get from her I stopped."Christie. Listen to your mother. Sleep on it. Think about it." But my. I have imagined these moments endlessly, our first meeting, smile, and hearty laugh. No matter how many times I have dreamt or thought of this moment, and innumerable times I have in fact, the reality of it is just so unexpected, so utterly indescribable. As I’ve steadily moved closer to you, and am now sitting across from you on the couch I gaze into your eyes deeply, so much so that indeed you often wonder if I’m listening to a word that you’re saying. You frequently ask me questions to make. She could see I was struggling."Go measure her hands for a reference." I can do that?" I asked hopefully."Of course you can. Go ask her nicely and I'm sure she would like you to hold her hand," she said with a twinkle in her eye.I could tell she was teasing me. I just shrugged and got up from behind my easel and approached her."Hi, mind if I take some measurements?" I asked.She blushed and nodded. I took my time trying to notice everything about her hands. They were very delicate and small. Family DutyIt was pre-ordained that I would enter the business in somecapacity. I had had a career, albeit not a very glamorousone, but I had been out in the world. The big decision waswhether I would have to work as a man or woman.Once I had been introduced as Jeff's wife; the boss' wife,I had to maintain that role. This led to my first shoppingexpedition with my mother as two women together.Have you ever had a really, really awkward telephoneconversation?"Ring ring?" went the phone."Hi mom,.