For two years I just drifted through life. Then on my thirtiethbirthday I took out my credit card, logged onto Amazon, and boughtseveral dresses, skir...ts, tops, shoes, lingerie, makeup, and a wig. Ihad come to the conclusion I was miserable and I would feel betterabout myself dressed the way I wanted, even if it was just in myapartment. At least there would be one place I was happy.And I was happy for about two years. Then I saw an ad for a LGBTQ barand cafe near me. When I read the caption on. I close my eyes and allow my thoughts to drift back to the day I met Shane for the first time. It had been so unexpected, but it had changed my life forever. This is my story...I'm the eldest of three children in my family. My mother is White and my dad is Indian, which makes me sort of Colored or mixed. I have a younger brother and sister. My brother, Shakeel, is 5 years younger than me but we're extremely close despite the age difference, and the two of us are always together. Naturally, his. I looked over her shoulder and down at the beautiful rise of her ass, still pink from where I had smacked it. She had always worn tight jeans and skirts, always flaunted her firm, perfectly shaped bottom. I had seen my wife touch it and admire it. Haley had sometimes said she wished she had an ass like Rebecca’s. Rebecca loved that. I wondered how much attention Rebecca really wanted on that ass. I decided to find out. I turned her around so that she face the wall. She put her hands against it. . aa ... aaahhh~" Mom climaxed, and I felt my cock twitch, its tip leaking precum. The pace of her breathing slowed, as did her hands. Moments later, after her eyes had finally rolled from the back of her head, she carefully rose and approached me. She lifted her hand, its fingers slick with pussy juices, and slipped them passed my lips. I sucked them, tasting her, savoring her, as I'd been uncertain as to when I'd get to taste her again. And cruelly she pulled her fingers from my mouth, pecked.