A silence ensued into which Tolan began to speak, “Ed was wondering if we could have a look and express an—”Fitzgerald’s firm hand on his arm ...silenced Tolan.“Johnathan Cotell is the current attorney. He has splashed the case all over the newspapers. Now he wants the plea changed to not guilty because of some mental incapacity, with another round of publicity,” Steven said, his eyes holding Jameson’s. Jameson nodded.“I don’t know where you heard that last part. He is demanding we change the. I prefer vodka. She returned. "Ready?"And she swept us both out the door and into her car. "Just sit there, now, dear. I'll drive."She did, to a rather nondescript part of town where she parked in front of a beauty parlor."I'm not going in there," I said, now genuinely frightened. It was one thing to be an imitation woman in privacy, and enjoy the illusion. But this was authentic woman territory, and I was not one of them. To go in there, I thought superstitiously, might make me more of one of. He got down on his back and lay completely flat against the floor of the tree house. I re-adjusted and took a moment to pull down his shorts to his knees, after all, I wanted to see how developed he was. The initial prospectus that I determined from tactile observations seemed correct. Colt was clean-cut, he was just starting to get serious pubic hair and for the most part was smooth all the way up his legs. His dick was long and narrow, maybe 7 inches. There was no girth. I could tell, he was. I could feel the desire building between my legs. Kevin then got up and said he was going to go take a shower. I watched as he walked out of the room. I sat there thinking about what it would be like to have that big cock of his inside of me. "This is wrong, he’s my son,” I thought to myself.I got up and headed upstairs, as I passed by the bathroom I noticed that the door was open. I stopped and peeked in, my heart skipped a beat as I looked at the glass door of the shower. There was my son.