I raised my hips so she could pull them and the underwear I wore off too. She likes me to wear some thong-like briefs that have a silken pouch that h...lds my cock and my balls. I only wear them at home mostly because often my package will slip out the leg hole of my shorts. She loves to startle me when we are alone by slipping her little hand inside the leg of my shorts and playing with my goodies through the thin fabric of the pouch. Usually if we are alone she can count on being carried. “I’m . . . I’m not scared,” he said, but was only fooling himself.“I know you’re not, Victor,” she lied. He was scared shitless and she knew it. Yet, she tried to make him feel like he wasn’t scared at all. “You and my pussy will become close, very close. I know that’s what you want, Victor. You want to become very close with my hot Irish pussy!” Isn’t that true, baby? There’s nothing you want more." Oh, yes, Ma'am!" he said, hoping she wasn't k**ding or bullshitting. He didn’t need. That caused me to note that I was theonly one wearing a skirt. Three females wearing jeans, and the only malewearing a skirt. There seemed to be some kind of injustice here.While mom was driving to the mall, I asked her, "Why are we goingshopping?" Because you need some more girl's clothes," she responded."But I already have a skirt and top." You are going to need to practice being a girl when not in school orchurch from now until the talent show," mom explained.Mom pulled the car into the. However, this was so very different. She was older than him. She was married, well, divorced. And she was his teacher. {This isn’t right, William.} But at that particular moment, he decided to think with his cock and not his brain. He felt her arms snake themselves around his neck and draw him even closer. Her lips were so soft. {Oh, my God.} He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close enough that her waist was resting on his now bulging shaft. {Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.} When they.