The only thing I think I have over her would be my butt. My eyes are just plain brown but I’ve been told that my eyes are a killer. My hair is black...with blue streaks in it, I love my hair but I have to work to get mine to look so nice, Stephanie’s hair is just naturally beautiful. We’ve been friends since 7 th grade and lately I’ve been feeling more and more attracted to her. "Hey Claire, I'm so sorry that I'm late", she said as she walked in, "Forgive me?" "Depends, what’s your reason for. We love and respect each other of course; but that is as far is it goes. That said; at sometime I developed sexual feelings for her lingerie and footwear. I can't remember when I first started dressing in mom's nylons and heels but I know I knew I shouldn't be doing it and soon realised I would get caught if I kept dressing in her clothes. Initially I took some silly risks and stole some hosiery, panties and slips them from my aunts washing baskets or from neighbourhood clothes lines; this was. For his part, Ray was pleased to see that whatever had been bothering his mom earlier had dissipated, and that she was back to her old self. As they worked together in the small kitchen cleaning up after eating, Ray found himself, for at least the thousandth time, sorely tempted to simply take his mom in arms and make his feelings known, but as usual he resisted the urge. After getting her lunch ready for the next day, Karen kissed Ray on the cheek, the way she always did, and was in bed by. Heat surged within and she grabbed recklessly for his zipper, but he swatted her hand away and pushed her flailing onto the room’s busted sofa. He shrugged off his waistcoat, then in a few swift moves ripped all else free of his body. Naked and proud. Abbey could not prevent her gasp at his cock. Eight robust inches—thick and hard and angry. Way bigger than anything she’d had inside her to date. “Scared now?” That cocky smile again. “Scared you won’t fuck me before my break’s over.”.