..no!" he gasped."Are you a sissy then?" she returned."N...no! I'm not any of those!" he gasped again, red faced at how he wasnow dressed."Well, it's...not exactly normal for a young man to be prancing around abedroom in women's lipstick, high heels, lingerie, ladies hose and a pinknightie now is it?" she added. "What kind of young man does that? Whywould you get into my things?" I just wondered about some of your stuff, how the clothes would feellike that's all," he gasped nervously as he sat. Paris buried her face in her hands, trying to stifle the sounds of her merriment. Rory snatched up a small pillow and nearly swallowed it. Eventually they both wound down and regained some of their normal composure, although each time they looked at each other deep chuckles erupted again."It's not a boy again is it?" quoted Paris."It wasn't the first time and it certainly isn't now," answered Rory."No indeed," smiled Paris.Rory got up from her chair and perched herself on the massive oak table.. I can see that. It is okay son. Sleep well. Good night’. And she turned off the lights and we slept. I was too tired to think anything so just slept. Next day in the office, I had no meeting, but purposefully I told my today also I will be late. I wanted to appear tired and had a trick in mind. So, I did time pass in office and completed some extra work and like previous day reached at 10, appearing very tired and exhausted. I hugged and kissed her on cheek and she liked it. We had dinner and. He felt his sissy prickerecting inside his panties. He became aware that the women had noticedthe tiny bulge in his pink panties, they're derisive mocking laughter."No, oh no please no." he begged.She smiled; years of prostitution had taught her what turned sissieson, she continued to fondle his sissy prick under the nylon.She knew the right words, "Yes Cynthia you are going to cum in yourpanties, for an old lady like me, you cant help it you're a sissy."He couldn't help himself his prick was.