All I know is what I knownow. I like wearing some of mom's clothes."Sara entered the bedroom and said, "What about my clothes?" Jimmy likes wearing yo...r clothes. He likes the ladies clothes. What doyou like Jimmy? Their underwear? Is that what you like?" Yes, Dad," Jimmy said in a barely audible voice."What the hell," his mom said. "You like wearing my underwear? Youcaught him in my underwear drawer?" Yeah, he was looking through your underwear when I came in the room.But why are you freaking. But you see, Hans P. had a secret passion, or rather, he had a few. Claire's parents had moved to Spain for the warmer climate, and every other month Claire would fly down to visit them, usually for a week or two. Every night she was away Hans P. would draw the curtains, get naked, put on a heavy makeup, and dress in the sluttiest lingerie you could imagine. And hours on end he would masturbate, while looking at himself, dancing with himself, looking at pornographic pictures or videos, or he. But at last, I forcefully insert it. She moved a little again then felt asleep again. I was deeply breathing heavily. Slowing I started moving my finger in and out. She started moaning and breathing heavily.My lund was erect and hard like never before. I pulled my hand off from her panty then hold her waist and laid her with her mouth facing me. Nothing was visible nor even her eyes, so that I can find out whether she is sleeping or not. I was out of my wit but had fear too. Then all of a. " "Fuck me." I'm screaming at him, saliva edging my lips and spraying into his face, my fingers buried into his arse cheeks dragging him into me, my breasts vibrating at each thrust, my head bashing repeatedly against the headboard."Fuck me you bastard." His open hand descends; slapping at my cheek, knocking my head sideways, blurring my vision. Stars explode in my head; my pussy explodes in wave after wave of pleasure.He slides out leaving my pussy twitching helplessly around an empty wet.