I think I can trust you. I’ve been dressing up since I was about 7 or 8. I used to wear my sisters clothes all the time. I just loved it for some re...son. It was all I could think about! As I got older I started wearing my Mom’s stuff too. Everything! I knew it was crazy but I just couldn’t stop! Panties, bras, nightgowns, stockings, skirts, blouses, dresses, even her heels! They never actually caught me but I’m sure they knew. As I got older, I started fantasizing about having someone dress me. "Aw, come on Mom! It's supposed to be vacation. That's why they call it Summer vacation!" I'm not on vacation, yet," Aunt Linda replied. "Not until the week before school starts. And you're going to the office with me tomorrow. It's only one day."Carol got off of the bed. "Great." Good night, J," Aunt Linda said over her shoulder as she headed out of the room."Good night. 'Night Carol."She skulked out of the room without a word. Aunt Linda clicked off the lights as she left, and I lay there. My boner was getting used and abused inside the steaming pussy of my cute foxy cousin.Then, thank god, in the midst of all her whimpering and gyrations, I felt waves of her pussy walls clenching desperately against my cock and releasing a wave of pussy juice that washed down my dick and over my balls. I would not have been able to keep from cumming much longer so it's good that I was able to get a moment of relief.…When I pulled away from her after several long kisses, I saw that my dick was. I also love wearing torsolettes as the tightnessof the Lycra constraining my body combines with the downward pull of mystockings on the suspenders to give me the most erotic sensations.As a child I loved the erotic sensations I experienced when wearingMummy's girdles and suspender belts. I was 17 years old and in thesummer break between leaving school and going to university, when Mummytook me to her corsetiere in Knightsbridge in London's West End to befitted for my very first corsetry. I had.