"Okay sweetiedon't turn around yet, the buttons are in the back and I will need toget them. So lift your arms up my little princess panty boy hehehe."...Ihear mommy giggle as I lift my arms up."Yes you are I guess. I mean you look like a little princess and you'rewearing panties and you are a boy, even though you can't really tellthat, you're a boy while you're wearing your new panties hehehe." Mommygiggles again.I don't argue with her but it's just messed up, because that is whatCindy called me. She didn't have to ask what brought me since it was obvious I was visiting dad, so I embellished it by saying I just had to spend some time with my favorite aunt!It was already late in the afternoon when I got there, so I asked Celia if I was ruining any plans she might've had.Thankful that I wasn't, I asked her where I might treat her to dinner, "How about Eddie's Den, (an old hangout from the past) or is it no longer there?" Why don't we fix something, right here?" Celia countered, but I. “I was still in my teens and fearful that I would not have the nerve to detonate my suicide backpack to insure my welcome in paradise with my fair share of virgins. My handler was Mariah with her big tits and her little whimpers as I fed her my demanding cock. The border crossing was a cup of tea and I found refuge in the rest stand for the truckers moving down the highway. I lay shivering on the newspapers in the stall thinking of my plump handler with her generous use of pussy to contribute. He started teasing my clit, my moans growing louder and louder, “Ohhh yea… just like that… more!”“Mmmm you like that?” he half-moaned, half-growled at me, his voice sounding more animalistic, more primal. I nodded my head and moaned more as he tortured my clit with his fingers and sucked and licked and kissed my tits with his mouth. “Feels reall good doesn’t it, getting what you want?”“Ohh yes!” I cried out, my hips now bucking against his hand as he slipped a finger into my wet folds… “I want.