”“My hair will be pure white before I’m a grandmother.”“Mama, there is only one bathroom in this house. I know you’re dyeing your hair now....” So, it wouldn’t be pure white, or even a little grey, if Mama lived to be a hundred.“Knowing it is one thing. Saying it is another. Anyway, brat, it’s only grey now, and you’re the reason it’s grey.”“Well, I’m working on turning it white.” She’d told her nothing but the truth, if not the whole truth. Bill was not only a sexy lover, he was a convenience.. I was out of the world with the pleasure I was getting from driving my cock into her warmness. I obliged her by adding more force to my strokes. We were like two animals; groaning and moaning in our pleasure and oblivious of every other things but what we were doing.“Yeaahhhhsss,” she screamed and froze as her pussy wrapped tight around my cock; holding it so tight that I could not pull out or drive in. It was only for some seconds before it released it as her juice flowed. I held her waist and. " Bastard!" she moaned as he undid another bow and spread the cloth of her chemise. The deep valley between her snow white breasts was revealed."To the contrary," said the buccaneer. "I know who both of my parents are and they are properly married." I am not!" she cried. "You will soil me. You have already soiled me!" Oh," said Quigley, leaning down to kiss the inside of one breast. "I haven't begun to soil you, my dear."Kris read the rest of it ... the slow unveiling of the duchess' breasts,. It didn't seem to bother her so I shrugged and stood in frontof her as she handed me my new clothes one piece at a time.I was dressed in record time. I felt so different dressed in girls'things that fit, especially the training bra. Mom fixed my hair in such a feminine style that I had a hard timebelieving that the pretty young girl staring back at me from the mirrorwas really me.We had supper and watched some TV and mom asked if I liked the way Ilooked. I told her that I loved it and if it was.