She looked at it as she slipped the panties over my waist. Her thumbs ran up the sides of my cock as she finished the job. "My little sissy," she...said and smiled. "Now go vacuum!" I was half way through when she walked in the room and sat down, watching me. I finished and shut the vacuum off. "Ok?" I asked. "I think so. Did you enjoy wearing my clothes? Maybe we should get you stockings and a garter belt, too," she said as she smiled. "Would you like to go shopping with me? . "A heartbeat went by. Two. I controlled the urge to jump his bones in the car and drove back to my house.We spent maybe ten minutes chatting with my mother before she let us slip down to the basement and my newly converted room. Since Peter and I did most of the work ourselves, my parents never saw most of the 'personal touches' we added to the room. It's a good thing. I don't think they'd ever stop yelling if they saw any of it.Brandon looked a little nervous when I turned on the light and the. Keeping so busy helped me ignore the pain deep inside my heart. It was only during those occasional down times that I had when I would dwell on the loss of Oliver. I even got permission to have my students perform two plays, 'A Christmas Carol' in the winter and 'The Diary of Anne Frank' for the end of the year.However, there were challenges for me that I had neither expected nor anticipated. It seemed everywhere Lara and I went, I was seeing Oliver, or men who I thought were Oliver. I even. Apparently he had been set up by a client who had been caught with a painting he had stolen. Just like with Ceres, they had never met. The entire transaction had been handled through secure email and cash transfers to a numbered account, but — when they had caught him with the piece — the man had cut a deal with the Feds to catch the thief, and well, here he was. They offered him a deal if he would help them catch someone else, but in this case the 'someone else' was an art-loving drug lord..