"Mom came back into the living room holding her glass of wine. The sound of her heels against the floor with her hips and ass swaying in her skirt, ma...de it very difficult to keep our eyes off her.I could picture mom appearing in porn, I don't know why she just had that innocent yet seductive posture about her. And someone who really knew how to get what they want from men in particular.She stopped in front of us and took a sip of her wine. Lewis continued to stare at her legs and I was sat back. Please calm down and listen. What happened wasn't his fault. He's hypersensitive to the hormone. The rage that causes has to be channeled. Can you forgive him?" Yes, yes. But what do we do now?" Well, the rage will be gone, but he'll feel a lot less guilty if he's between two naked women who aren't afraid to touch him when he wakes up. Can you handle that?" I'll try. When will he wake up?" Soon. Start kissing him," I said as I dropped to take his cock into my mouth.When he awoke, he started to. I’m not necessarily what I seem,” she smiled coyly.“I know you are a mukhannath. What westerners call a pre-op transsexual?” Saheed raised his brow.“I too have done my research,” he spread his arms and opened his hands in a conciliatory gesture.“I don’t consider myself ‘pre-op’ per se. I’ve had plenty of ‘ops’; what you see before you has been refined and shaped by the surgeon’s knife. I just haven’t the desire nor the inclination to replace what I have between my legs; I think I am perfect. But why do I cherish what I seebefore me, I'm not really this much of a sissy I kept trying to tellmyself, so why do I? Then why did I get so enthused for getting Cindyback?"I think our sissy can't take its eyes from the lovely image before it.Wouldn't I be right?"I wanted to say I can, I'm not a sissy. Yet I wanted to also say, howbeautiful I felt in these clothes I know I am a sissy. All I could dowas smile into the mirror towards her, then bowed my head as a sign ofmy submissive acceptance.