Was it because I was a girl now? Having a guy friend comingover to hang out? Such a double standard.I changed out of my jeans and sweater into a pair ...f pink sweatpants withthe word "Princess" scrawled in white letters down the left leg. I also puton a fresh sports bra beneath a black tank top. If I was going to break myneck learning how to cheer, I was going to at least be comfortable.Then I plopped down at my desk and cracked open my Brit-Lit book. I was notgoing to get caught fumbling to. “When did she tell you?” She stretched her hand and took the panty and wiped my cock and her cunt. “Just before we boarded the train she told me about your unusual fetish. She felt sorry when she saw how disappointed you were.” I was amazed at their honesty. “When I saw you following us I had a feeling that it could be you.” “Did you mother know that I followed you?” “No.”Then I placed my hand on her breast and squeezed it gently. She smiled and came closer. “Ursula, please say I’m your son.”. I rose and walked over to him and sat in his lap. I kissed him on thecheek and said that it was okay, that I'm just a submissive little sissyslut for him to do as he pleased. He looked at me and said "oh Prissy-Sissy, you're so much more than that" and began giving me an intenseFrench kiss. Soon his tongue was filling my mouth and I eagerly suckedon it.He then stood with me in his arms and carried me to the bed and set meon it as he began to undress. I just laid on the bed wondering if thiswas. He had settled down high in the 'saddle' to put more pressure on her clit as he did the grinding. She taught him that as well, and he was incredibly grateful for her lessons."You can thank me by filling me up with your cum," Veronica said, again seemingly reading his mind. Her pussy-muscles began to ripple along his cock more insistently, seeking to draw the cum out of his balls.Dave wasn't ready to come just yet, though, and he kept his lower body as relaxed as possible and employed the.