"I'm glad you did, it looks very sexy on you," said Vera, as she pressed her finger slightly into the folds of Sandra's pussy, "How does it feel like ...hat?" What do you mean?" questioned Sandra."Your pussy Sandra!" Vera replied with a short tone in her voice. "I'm asking how your pussy feels shaved."Sandra let a slight moan escape her lips upon hearing Vera's demeanour and replied, "It feels good Ma'am."Vera continued to run her finger slowly up and down the length of Sandra's wet slit, her. .you see like alot of young boys I was curious about females. The way they dressed, theway they wore makeup and fixed their hair. My mother and father divorcedwhen I was an infant and I saw him few times growing up and then onlywith my mother and for short periods until I was about 11. There was nolove lost between them and I ended up with my mom. We moved into mygrandmother's house after she died. It was in a town 100 miles from mydad and I never really saw him or even thought of him. Once she had me dress and took me for a drive to the park where she made me walk around and pose for pictures. She’d also take me to the local thrift stores where we’d buy new things for Michelle. In bed we’d often talk about me dressing up and going someplace in public like a club or show. It seemed to make us both hot and the sex we had afterwards was fantastic. One weekend we had to go to Providence for a friends wedding. My wife told me she was going to have me wear a corset, stockings,. Ron gave Lindsey a new tennis racket. "You always manage to get me the perfect thing," said Lindsey. "Well if you think the racket was good wait ‘till you see your other present," and with that Ron handed Lindsey a tiny pink package with a silver bow. Apprehensively Lindsey took the package and opened it. Inside she​​ found a pink see through nightie​​ and a frilly pink thong. "Ron I’ve told you before, I just don’t see how dressing like a slut is sexy." "I know you’re not all that keen on the.