She got up and walked over to a little centre table and bent over it, legs spread as she prepared to lift it up. The short skirt rode up her thighs ju...st enough for me to see her amazing vaginal bump. It was quite plump, and the thin material of her panty was sunk into her cleft in a prime cameltoe. I started to get up with the intention of grabbing it, but just then she straightened up and turned around. Smiling, she brought the little table and placed it near my feet. I caught her quick. However, when your mother told me about Clarice I knew that having a girl with me would be more fun than having a boy here. If you, as your mother insists, dress as a girl once in a while, then I will allow you to do the same here. There are a few rules of course." Her silky soft voice mesmerized me, and her decision to let me dress up once in a while made me smile. "One, as a male you will wear not pants that require a belt or have a zipper in the front. Two, whenever you are dressed as a. Once I made my decision I never looked back. I was excited and nervous too. I fantasized about what it would be like constantly, and when I fucked my new girlfriend I wondered what it was like to be fucked instead of being the one doing the fucking. I’m bisexual and my sexual DNA is overwhelmingly straight so I knew that I wouldn’t have – and I didn’t want to have – too many gay encounters. So I took my time and waited until I met a guy who I was really hot for. And who also was really hot for. Still, each in her own mind believed that a woman's body and its sexual parts is infinitely more attractive than any man's three-piece set, no matter how well hung, and each heroine was sure that she could please another woman — and vice versa - much more than could any man.But with absolutely none of those complicated thoughts in either of their minds, mother and daughter silently ascended the stairs.Less than an hour earlier, Janice had stopped in to have a cup of coffee with her mother..