I think that I may more than like you.” I said with a smile and went in for a kiss. Michael turned his head to the side and my kiss landed squarely ...on his cheek. “That’s cute but not good enough. Say it.” “Just ‘I love you’, like that? Why do I need to say it, because you know that I do?” “Okay, I guess it’s time for bed.” “Hold on, hold on, keep your pants on.” I said with a devilish smile and continued “I need to figure this out.” I again leaned forward again and came right up to Michael’s. I had to know more. I called them. "What's 'Spanish' massage? I asked. The receptionist replied that it involved body to body massage with minimal use of hands. I pushed for more info, but she was reluctant (possibly sensing trouble with the law.) I made an appointment and headed over. A beautiful, short blonde with great tits met me at the door, and ushered me into the room, which was a typical massage parlour room, including dim lights, a table, sink, oils, and new-age music playing.. I returned to the bathroommirror. By this stage Gemma is hammering at the door to be let out andso I bend forward over the sink carefully holding the wig at the frontedge and placing it to fit over the top of my head. I then stood upstraight and shake my head to let the hair fall down to my shoulders. Ithen use my wig brush to tease the wig into my preferred style; a longfeminine bob."Gorgeous," I say to myself and then mince back to the bedroom. I'mGemma now and even walking like a woman. I. "You mean about all this?" replied his mother. "No. I grilled Tara, andshe told me everything?" Really?" gulped Craig. "Everything?" Well everything she knew," said his mother. "It's funny how cooperativegirls can be when you grill them when they're scared. She folded like acheap suit." I feel terrible she was that scared," said Craig. "The accident musthave been horrific." It was, and I told you it was only a car," said his mother, reachingover and grabbing his hand. "Sure she was scared, she.