She talked quickly and flitted between subjects, hoping to divert her mind. It was the same way she acted when she got nervous about something. Debbie... didn’t get nervous very often, and was usually very controlled. The last time I had seen her like this was when she went for a job interview. This evening had the same element of anticipation and needing to perform well. I occasionally forgot what the actual event at the end of the evening was, and then it would hit me anew, and I would. She asked me bujji, how did you remember? I told her same pictures logic aunty, I imagined male as myself and female as you, She laughed loudly at that and told me bujji, go to wash room and come. Ill prepare dinner for us here you will sleep in my house today. Those words were like the magic spells to my ear. My semi hard dick went immediately hard when she said that. My pervert mind already started thinking all the stuff about her body and I was looking at her like I was going to eat here on. Let me kiss every inch of your gorgeous body. Come to your bed and let’s do it!” So we walked to my bed in the middle of the room. She’d turned round before pulled up her shirt over her head and her full breasts were exposed for me, waiting to be touched and kissed.I fumbled a little with my skirt in my excitement. I felt her fingers at my naked flesh as I threw down my skirts. She wore nothing under her shirt. She bent down to kiss my thighs as her fingertips brushed the puffy lips of my cunt.. No one had wanted me at home. I had never known my father. I saw my mother go out with a different man almost every night ever since I was old enough to remember such things. She taught me some valuable lessons - how to be attractive, how to carry myself, how to be seductive, how to do my makeup.She always said, "You are such a cute boy, you were meant to be a girl."She caught me one day, dressing as a girl in front of the mirror when I was very young then laughed and said, "Wow, you look so.