Momma took it from em, looked it over, and declared she could sew an oilcloth wrapper on it to smooth it out. I got up and gave daddy a "thank you" ki...s and pulled on his dick a bit for good measure. and we went on with breakfast.That afternoon, momma presented me with my dildo sewn into an oilcloth covering of checkerboard pattern. Off to the couch I go, Bobby, my brother in tow, to try it out. I thought that putting it in my mouth to get it slicked up might help, but Ugh! Oilcloth doesn't. No big problem, plenty of people around, a real party atmosphere, and the music loud and entertaining.As Midnight came the countdown to New Year was broadcast, then the fireworks started. Rockets, Bombs, Fountains, Noise, Colour and Awe. Beautiful is the word to describe it. The party reaction was to hug and kiss anyone in sight, friends, strangers, guys, girls, the police, the ambos, anyone... and enjoy it! Some of the kisses and hugs became a bit more friendly, had to stop the odd grope at. When I was growing up, I always heard he was ladies man with many women lusting and chasing after him. So I always lusted every time I seen him with a women or in passing but not as boy but passionately women thinking Steven deserved better. As soon as I reach eighteen, I always dreamed of being Steven’s passionate lover and sex toy as long as he will have me. I finally got nerve at nineteen. I was only 5’6′ and 100lbs, not exactly a man’s man and more a feminine man. Since I always was. My nipples were hard and sensitive, I squeezed them and I climaxed.I heard the toilet flush and I knew that in seconds he would see my naked tits. The excitement was almost too much to bear, my heart was racing and my pussy was soaked! The door opened and I climaxed.“Wow,” Dave shouted as his eyes saw me topless.I pulled my hands to cover my tits and smiled, “Oops, I thought that my bra was too revealing, so I was going to put a tee shirt on.”“I told you last night honey, you can never dress.