"Oh, my God, I feel so hot!", I exclaimed. "You are hot," she said, and kissed me again. That night, as I lay in bed, I kept thinking of Lisa's soft l...ps on mine. Skip was asleep, so I quietly fingered my pussy. I could feel myself getting wet as I massaged my clit. I wanted to cum, but I was afraid I'd wake Skip up and he'd ask what was going on. So I just slowed down and gradually drifted off to sleep with my hand on my pussy, Lisa on my mind.As the days dragged by, I realized that I couldn't. Unwashed, with a little bit of cum on them. She holds them to her nose and breathes in deeply. Then not wanting to ‘use up the scent’ yet she takes them and places them under her pillow to enjoy when she goes to sleep tonight.She goes downstairs and, in the kitchen, pours herself a glass of sherry. She never has much liquor in the house, just a bottle of sherry, which she will have a sip of from time to time. But the wine from this weekend was so good, she decides to make sure to get. Stephen blinked twice.He was lying on his back, staring out a window. It was bright, blueskies out. He knew in an instant he was not on the street. He wastucked into a warm, soft bed, and it was morning.His mouth hung open. This was strange. An instant ago, he was out inhis usual spot, and now...He felt strange.He waved a hand over his face. It didn't wear the fingerless glove henormally did. It wasn't rough and grimy with dirt under the fingernailseither.No, instead it was pristine, porcelain. I'm not a fag," James said, his cheeks flushed. He clasped his hands in front of his groin, looking down at the floor and chewing on his lower lip cutely. "My dicks' just average, that's all."?Average." Kyle snorted. "Sure." He checked the kid out quickly. "Now turn around and lower your boxers down under your ass and show me that sweet ass of yours. If you tell me no again, I'm gonna get off this bed and give you a lesson in obedience, boy."Trembling, James turned around again. He took a deep.