" Uhhh, I think that I do." Do you have any pictures of yourself all dressed up?" Yes." Can I see them?" You, you really want to see pictures of me dr...essed up as a woman?" Yes. I do. Do you mind showing them to me?" Uhhh, I guess not?"I got out my picture album and watched with great fear and trepidation as he slowly turned one page after the other. There were about forty pictures in the album. When he was finished, he turned back to the one of me in a French Maid uniform."You know, if you wore. "Yeah, it's not ideal, but it's the only room in the house with good lighting, so here it is." She looked back at him. "I've got some suggestions. Come and have a look."He walked around the table and stood shoulder to shoulder with her, looking at the colour sketches of the various rooms. He was conscious of her perfume, or was it her shampoo. Whichever one, it was very appealing. He struggled to concentrate on the drawings. She was a skilled artist, and he could easily visualize each room and. Her hair was in a tight bun instead of loose, and the white ruffled wrist length blouse combined with the gray knee-length pencil skirt looked amazing! She was also wearing the glasses Monique had worn the week before, and I fell in love with her all over again.I told her so, and went to give her a kiss. And I was not even surprised when I also tasted a bit of Monique's pussy. We ate dinner, then after cuddling on the couch a bit we retired to the bedroom where I again caressed Monique's back. Cynthia, what's that? There's something stuck," she questioned walking over as I turned the drawer over, and quickly pulled off the envelope."How strange," I said, peeling off the tape, and then undoing the clasp ... already reaching in as I think realization suddenly started to dawn on her. But it was already too late."Cyn..." Wow ... mom!" I glanced up at her grinning. "Would you look at these!" I said excitedly. Before she could even respond, I had dumped out the entire contents onto my bed,.