She leaned back on my pillows as she took me in as well. A quick gesture and I stripped off my own slacks and panties. My body was more like Wanda's, ...but not nearly as slim as I used to be. My hips had widened with age, but unlike many of my friends about my age, I had a waist and a pair of not-quite B-cup breasts. I could get away without a bra, but I learned that as I moved around my nipples would often rub on my tops, keeping them sensitive, which is terrific, but they were also almost. She sighed, wondering if there was any chance in the world that her son was as powerfully turned on by her as she was by him and his strong, young body. She was honest enough with herself to admit that if she could be sure of that, she wouldn't hesitate to let him know that she wanted to fuck him. So, she thought with a rueful laugh, it wasn't conscience at all that had driven her away from him at all. It was a fear of rejection!Suddenly, her door opened and she looked up, gasping when she saw. She had on a pair of sexy high heals which made her legs look even better. Her hair was light brown and came down to her mid back. She seemed to be topless, but I couldn’t tell for sure because of her long hair and the fact that her back was to me. I started to get a hard on and it was a little embarrassing because I was sure they were all teenagers. I kept going back to my computer to try to get some work done but every couple of minutes I would look back outside to see what the girls were. My name is Tony or Toni, depending on how I am dressed andfeeling about myself. I am 30 years old, single, heterosexual (I do havea few kinks); I stand 5'6" and weigh in at 140 pounds soaking wet. I havebeen fascinated by women's clothing my entire life. I can remember when Iwas in kindergarten and the teacher threatened us wild boys with dressingus as girls for a punishment. I thought long and hard about it back thenand realized it would not be a punishment for me, it sounded like a lotof fun!.