I couldn't believe that this was how it was all going to end for me. All I ever wanted to do was fight crime and get back at the criminal element of t...is world, and now here I was, a boy in a red satin dress, dancing myself into exhaustion with my hands tied behind my back, my skirt flipping up and my slip showing with every humiliating step I took. And then the Batman appeared. He plowed right into the Cossacks. I was so glad to see him, I forgot all about how much I hated him for making me. A spot of precum had soaked through my boxers and into the blue denim of my jeans. I saw my sister’s eyes slide towards the dark circle when I turned to her. I no longer tried to conceal my desire. The undeniable certainty that she wanted me had banished shame.I don’t know how we managed to stay apart as the day went on. I felt like my body was a compass needle stroked with iron, constantly aligned to wherever she was in the house. The winding, unspoken tension between us was delicious. And, of. I knew one thing and that was that she was so happy she could show someone, like myself, her little “problem” so to speak that she’d had over the course of the last several years. As I stood there in my boxers, she liked that I was almost naked as well. I think she liked it that I looked nice not having any clothes on too. As I stood smiling down at her, as if I was admiring her physical beauty, which I was, the truth was it didn’t matter. I was enamored by her through and through. Although I. I stopped. Amy looked back with her sexy blue eyes and said to me sternly, “Tim, no one told you to stop pumping!” I happily did as I was told and began to pump again, one squeeze after the next. Amy shouted, “Oh my god Tim, my ass feels totally full! Pump that fucker up as hard as you can! Fill my ass, Tim, fill it now!” I set the pump bulb on Amy’s back and began to gently kiss each of her perfect, firm ass cheeks. After a few minutes, Amy told me to deflate the plug, and remove it from her.