The object of my lust, and an amount of love, definitely had an agenda when she brought her son and I our coffees earlier.There was to be no procrasti...ation, no foreplay, to our lovemaking. Ravi’s mother straddled my legs, wrapped her delicate hands around my dick, and lowered herself onto me in one move.“Arrgh!!!” I gasped out. Indhira’s pussy matched her other dimensions in all ways. Her pussy was equally tiny. Her pussy was equally hot. And her pussy muscles gripped my cock so, so. JutrasSteve always thought he was an ordinary guy, even if he didn't see any other guys playing Barbie dolls with their sisters or helping in dress up games. Steve loved the look of makeup on his face and his hair flowing about his shoulders. He looked pretty good in his sister's dresses and heels. He especially liked it when he got to pretend to be pregnant. As he got older, he would steal his mothers pantyhose from the hamper and either wear it at night or hide it in his room to wear to. It's one of those funny things: when you wear a skirt you're aware of your legs. Shorts don't give you the same feeling of legs. But more than that, I was still wet, still aroused, and I was aware of my sex. That never would have happened with panties. Or maybe it would have, but that didn't matter.I did something very wanton, I spread my legs, something else you don't do with a skirt. Someone coming along the walk could have seen everything. Of course if they were someone from the school, they. “A word of advice though. Better not use that photo of mine. You wouldn’t want Leo to find out that you have a crush on me,” she whispered with a hint of amusement. “What?” I replied, perplexed. “I saw the photo you were using. It's fine. I won’t tell anyone. It’s natural for boys to be interested in older women, even if it’s someone like me.” “Don’t say that, you look tremendous for a woman in her 40s… Oh God what have I said?” I immediately had to bite my tongue lest I say something.