We just watched it out of curiosity. That was my earliest memories of porn. One time, I was in my parents’ room that had mirrors on the wall. While ...atching House, I saw my mom had a bin of my step sister’s clothes. She was about 16 at the time so it was all skimpy, mid-drift shirts and silk panties. It was like the mother load of clothes for a beginner crossdresser. That was my first memory of crossdressing. I must have been 13 at the time. I don’t remember what I wore but I remember the. I pretended not to noticed and laid beside her, both of us naked, holding each other. Kissing. I lightly ran my hand over her body, enjoying the sharp intake of her breath as I stroked her nipples. When my hand reached her pussy the hot-fluid feel of her surprised me. Her clit was swollen and very sensitive. I slowly kissed my way down her body.Once again she tried to stop me, but she seemed lethargic. As I spread her legs I heard her sigh. When my tongue touched her clit, as softly as I could. ”“MOM!” Brad exclaimed, glaring at her.“He hasn’t stopped talking about you since Monday night. How beautiful and smart you are. I think he’s falling in love with you already and has you both married with four or five kids.”“Mom!” Brad repeated to her teasing.“And I thought I was crazy dreaming about us being married and having only two kids,” Abby laughed back.“I told you my mom would love you!” Brad whispered in Abby’s ear, lovingly squeezing her hand in his.“My dad said the exact same thing. So fucking hungry. Andhe had an appetite for pussy. He pushed open the door and walked into the room. There before him was his ultimate fantasy. She was laid back, legs apart, with a coy smile on her lips. She beckoned him closer, and opened her legs wider. He slipped out of his suit jacket, and tossed it on the back of the couch. He drank in her fine body. Her rich auburn hair, spread out on the pillow like a halo. Her large, full breasts, encased in an emerald green bra, smooth stomach, right.