Beth’s gaze was drawn straight to the huge cock hanging between his legs. Steve noticed but he calmly said, “Do you mind if I get dressed?”“Of... course not,” she said and somehow managed to resist the urge to grab his cock as he passed by. Beth couldn’t believe the size of his cock. Her husband’s hadn’t been half as big but then she remembered he was Sam’s son. Steve knew Beth was looking at him and he didn’t rush drying. Beth could have covered herself with a towel or plunged into the pool.. It was certainly not the usual ?Drag Queen Slut? look or even ?matureglamorous woman? look that Denise usually made me transform into.As they say ?time will tell? how nice this look turned out. Denise didlike to experiment various "looks" on her sissies. I applied settinglotion to your freshly combed permed hair. I had fitted you with alovely pink salon protection cape tightly fitted at your neck to protectyour outfit glorious outfit.Finding clearly your newly shaved parting she very quickly. "I'll bet your wife or girlfriend likes the look and feel of that." Ha, my ex didn't like it enough to keep from divorcing me and taking everything I had. She even gets half of my paycheck. I can't afford a girlfriend. That's why what you're doing feels so good."It must have felt very good; there was a glistening of precum on the end. On a whim, I dipped my head and licked at this treasure, something I hadn't seen or tasted in a long time. "MMM, you taste pretty good."He was flopping around. Being the good wife I figured “why not”, I took another deep drag, exhaled, pressed the garage door opener to close the door and as it lowered I moved over to where he was standing on the stepstool. As I took another drag I pressed the garage door opener, exhaled and began to move towards him. He began to speak but I put my finger to my lips as if to shush him which he did. I pulled his shorts down and out popped his rock hard cock right at my eye level. He started to speak again and I moved.