Christopher had forgotten that his mother had told him that she was only working a part shift that evening and she had in fact now returned home altho...gh her son did not hear her enter.Julie had removed her shoes and she was going up the stairs but she was surprised to see her bedroom door open and the light on.She arrived at the doorway and she almost screamed with the shock of seeing her son made up and dressed in his sisters old school uniform with his penis stretching the knickers. "What. We could have had a picnic lunch.”“Oh, I think he might have thought we were going to use it for something else if we had, “ Terry said, over the roar of the engine. “We can just sit on a couple of hay bales over near the woods. If we wait till one o’clock or so, that side of the field will be shaded enough.”They pulled into the driveway, and Terry shut off the motor. All of a sudden, he didn’t want to work on the farm. All he wanted to do was stay with Isolde all day. Looking at how her. She's never been a tramp. It's inconceivable to even try to imagine her as a tramp!" Are we tramps?" asked Sherry."Of course not!" barked Carly. "Why would you even ask that?" Gee, I don't know. Maybe because we're lying here naked with a guy? A guy you've fucked?" Damn, Cher!" groaned Carly, covering her eyes with one forearm."Well, it's true. We could get tattoos like that and when people thought we were wild girls, they'd be right!" No tattoos," said Craig, grinning. "Not until you get to. Although losers like Stu love to be forced to eat their own slime, it’s something I still enjoy presiding over. After ejaculating, males tend to temporarily lose their interest in their own perverted fantasies and so it does give me some feeling of accomplishment to make sure they gobble up every last chunk. I stand over Stu and make him look me in the eyes while he eats. My authority over him is further cemented during moments like this. It’s one of many humiliations I will visit upon him and.