“What the fuck are you doing?!?!” she screamed. I tried to close my browser as quickly as possible, but my hands were shaking from the adrenaline ...f being caught. “What do you jerk off to when I’m out anyway?” she asked, pulling my laptop off my desk.“What in the fuck is this!?!? You look at tranny porn?!?! Cum eating instruction?! What does that mean? Sissy training!?! You want to be a sissy?! GAY PORN!?!?! What the fuck?!?! Are you some kind of closet faggot?!?”I tried to hide my shame, but. So, that following Monday, when educators are still at school, I was home alone, looking at the nifty birthday gifts, which included the Michael Jackson’s Thriller Album. I remember opening that and seeing the disapproval in my mothers eyes. It was the greatest album then and every one wanted it and a friend had got it for me. So, dressing in a tennis skirt, tee shirt, and bobbie socks, I grabbed my Prince racket bag that contained all my tennis equipment and rode my bike to the courts to. He was desperate to get into her ass, which he had been prepping since she had first taken his cock in her mouth. With all the strength he could muster, he pulled his hand away from her ass, and his cock from her soft wet lips. Eager to feel her wrapped around his length, he pulled away, and walked around to her core. Crouching down he swiped his tongue over her slit, which caused her to shudder and moan in pleasure as he tasted her. He realised then that he had not put the gag back in, but he. Kitty had left her skirt on (always commando style) though she was topless. Her nice “more than a handful” tits were hanging free. Kitty put dinner in the oven. She then turned to Peter and asked him, “What would you like to do for an hour while dinner is cooking?” She has that look of desire in her eyes that turns him on, so very much. He responded with a chuckle, “Let’s salt and pepper your pussy. Then I’ll munch on it as an appetizer.” Kitty laughed, one of those from the toes, whole body.