Jim liked to wear female clothing. He liked to think of himself as awoman. He liked it a lot. But he was never very good at looking likea female in... the process. Jim was, in fact, the classic "guy in adress". His size didn't help. His undeveloped fashion sense didn'thelp either. And his complete ineptitude at the application of make-upsealed the deal. Jim could never "pass", knew he could never "pass",and he never attempted to. Jim had long ago resigned himself to beingforever in the. He had stopped to listen. He would always be grateful that he had remained quiet. There was more than whispers, there was also heavy breathing. He froze, could they be doing it? Could they be fucking? He knew that it would be wicked to spy on his mother if she was making love. It would almost be i****t to gaze lustfully upon the pussy that had expelled him into the world. He had almost turned away. He would creep back upstairs. His hand had accidentally brushed his cock. It was hard as. I wrapped each of my arms around their heads holding them to my breasts while they sucked harder and harder. His fingers kept moving inside me flicking at my spot without mercy. My back arched and I ached to feel something more between my legs. The older doctor reached a hand to my clit. One worked on my hole while the other worked on my clit. The older doctor raised his head up and reached for his slacks,unfastening them. I was not disappointed to see his erect cock surrounded by a mass of. Don't leave the room. Trust me."Confusion obvious in her features, Devan responded, "I trust you. I won't leave."Lauren hurried from the room, and Devan flew into a near panic. She had heard worry in the older woman's voice, and that feeling now assaulted her as well. After a little consideration, she decided to brush out her hair in an attempt to create a distraction to calm her nerves somewhat.The door opened again after only a couple of minutes, and the smile on Lauren's brought Devan a.