He did not really want her to stop, the feel of his mother's silky hands on his leg felt good and served to stiffen his dick even harder. "I kno...w, baby. I just wanted you to sit and talk to me about something," Blondie said, not looking up at him. She swallowed hard, not sure how to start the discussion over what Alexander had stumbled upon. Bolstering her resolve, Blondie spoke again. "I want to know what you are thinking, Alexander." "About what, mom?" Blondie swallowed again. . " Thank you, Mr. Bromly. Your praise warms my heart. Let's return to my shop and discuss further options."After they returned to the shop, Goldman asked if there were any changes that Stan might want. Stan said that there wasn't anything he could think of, now, but he might need some minor adjustments after he had used the shotgun for a while.Goldman then said, "You have four empty brass shells and six unfired shells. I am sure that you want me to refill the empty shells and make you some. Now I could were them and get pleasure looking at pictures of those like me and who took it further. Could I take it further? No. At least not yet. I would buy and hide Stockings and Magazines all the time through Strange Mail Order Companies. Then in my town, there were the clubs were crossdresser's frequented. How delightfully strange. There were actually those who dressed up and went out. Wow.Hard to believe. Unfortunately, I was not attracted or impressed. It was kind of freaky so, I went. With Madison’s painted fingernails pulling her sister’s ass open made Gene focus all the more. There were no tan lines around her ass that made Gene think that she must sunbathe nude. The more Gene fixated on her ass the more images ran through his mind. Madison on her knees let go of her sister’s ass cheek and with both thumbs inserted into the waistband of her g-string pulled it down to the middle of her thighs and revealed her pussy and asshole as well. Gene hadn’t seen a woman naked in.