Stacy started to moan softly a bit. I worked my fingers in deeper. My cock was straining against my shorts and as Stacy got hotter, and wetter, she re...ched over and grabbed my hard cock. I came instantly. I felt the warm wetness of my orgasm. I stood up and went to the bathroom to clean up. By that time, my grandfather had made his way upstairs. That ended our experimental, naughty fun. We never talked of it or got to experiment anymore after that. About 8 years later, Stacy came into town to. And red lipstick, always. I was standing at the bar drinking my water. I stick my ass out as I toss my hair back and forth, scanning the room for a nice American man. All the other girls are doing pretty much the same. Everyone has their own little tricks. I scan the room for the man with the nicest shoes and make my way over to him. My mother told me to always look for Ferragamos, Guccis, Pradas, and Versace. I find my guy: Mr. Ferragamo. I make my way over to him. He sees me coming across the. He had no choice. He had to answerit, now. "I'm sorry, I have to answer this." He quickly rushed out of theroom. He had no choice; he had to answer it, now. "Hello?"There was a sing-songy voice on the other end of the line. "OMG, I NEEDTO BE MAKING MEN CUM!" It was a sissy on the other end of the line. Asissy faggot. A sissy faggot like Paul. A sissy faggot like PansyPumpscock.Paul could feel Pansy taking over. He could feel the words forcingthemselves out of his mouth as he rushed down the. He had forbidden her to wear it in public and although it had caused a big fight between them, he had won in the end. At least, so he thought. He suspected that she smuggled the thing to school, but he had been unable to prove that so far. Erik could also make out the lines of her bra below the shirt and was grateful that she at least had the decency to wear one. A pair of black short shorts completed her apparel, but her legs and feet were bare otherwise.Jessica must have heard him come in.