ProjectRunway was having a Bridal Extravaganza and Jim was totally enthralled.He seemed to be especially interested in the segment on BridalLingerie. ...ot your typical 16 year old boy but that was my son. I amsure he had lovely dreams. I was beginning to have dreams for him also.The next morning while Jim was in the shower, lathering with Camay, ashe loved to do, I dropped the package that I had keep out fromyesterday, on his dressing table. Yes, he did have a dressing table, sowhat!When I heard. He had never before been on such a sexual high, it was all justtoo much for him, within seconds he gushed what seemed like gallons ofthe thick white creamy liquid all over his Mistress's leg.Debbie's reactions were too slow, and she was unable to stop him. Shelooked down to see this heavily made up fetish doll, with arms and legsbound and a tail with a bell frantically tinkling an almost continuoustone: shagging her leg for all that it was worth."Get off, you perverted fucking sissy slut!" she. And Sami was the very definition of “forbidden fruit”.Sami sighed and finally stopped, pulling me to a halt with her. “Do you feel it, too?” There was a touch of melancholy in her voice.My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?” I asked cautiously. Still holding my hand, she placed it over her breast; her heart was palpating rapidly.There was no use pretending anymore.“I’ve wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you.” I spoke softly but fervently.She smiled sadly. “I know. Me,. Her boyfriend had broken up with her not minutes before, telling her that she was a controlling, evil bitch, and that he never wanted to see her again. Publicly, I agreed with Celeste, that he was a bastard and a jerk, and that it was his loss. Privately, I admired his backbone. Anyone who had gotten to know Celeste as well as I had knew how hard it was go get the woman out of your head.Celeste was a brunette, hair so dark black that it was almost blue. She wore it short, just below her.