Vicky. My sister kissed at my neck, her softer hands stroked me. This had to be a dream. A wonderful dream of all those passionate nights my sister an... I shared our man. Our husband.My hand moved, stroking Clinton's cheek as we kissed. I kept my eyes closed, afraid that the dream would banish if I opened them. I felt the rough stubble as I traced up his cheekbone. He squeezed my breast harder, his fingers digging in, so strong, so confident.A hot shudder washed down my body to my pussy. I. He had a cute wife and lots of friends, a nice house in the suburbs and decorated front lawn. But no one was aware that he was secretly a sissy pantyboy – that he loved to steal panties from his wives’ friends. He would sneak into their houses, steal their dirty and clean panties and later wear then in the privacy of his own home.It was a beautiful day and he came home during his lunch break. The office wasn’t too busy so he decided to finish his projects at home, and it was the perfect excuse. My mouth continued to suck on her large nipple as my fingers sought herclit. Then I felt it, it stuck out as much as my pinkie finger, wet,slippery and very sensitive to my touch."Unnggg, that feels fantastic", Marie moaned, her words a hoarse whisper,she opened her thick legs a little further in the tight confines of theseat. My mouth continued to suckle on her nipple, my tongue flicking itharder now as I grasped her clit between my thumb and finger stroking itas though it were a small penis.. My job was to stand guard while everyone else worked. Each of them put on a single glove and walked down one of the marked rows. Using the blades on the glove’s thumb, they made four cuts on one side of each seedpod with a single motion.Each time they finished a row, they would get a long drink of water and then start the next available row. When they ran out of rows, they moved the cording and marked new rows. With as many seedpods as I could see from the edge of the patch, I was surprised at.