"Yes. But you scarcely have enough of something for biggirls." And nothing at all for boys, I added in my thoughts."The worst are these tights, Mom. W...th sheer pantyhose that would looktotally different. Can we buy some tomorrow?"She looked at me again in that peculiar manner. "I'd never have thoughtthat my son would ask me for sheer pantyhose." Me neither, Mom." But I felt my old socks would look extremely sillywith this outfit.##Mom treated me as I appeared: Like a little girl. My hair was. ”“Oh?” Emma said before noticing me.I was sitting, pouting, on a metal folding chair, hands cuffed to the rear bars. My erection was pointing straight up between my legs. I wasn’t wearing a cock ring, thankfully, but I still hadn’t been allowed to orgasm and was just about ready to die from terminal blueballs. Terminal, I tell you.“What’s going on?” Emma asked, brow furrowed in confusion.Jess answered for me. “Nothing really. Well, Aaron is horny as fuck because you forbade him to cum, so I. She can turn me on with justher supermodel glare and a twist of her Cinderellafoot on an Eiffel tower heel. She walks out there with nothing on but a paper-thinlace skirt the price of Cuba’s GNP. How wonderful herbreasts look as they pout firmly under the lights thatcaress her golden-tanned skin. They almost pulsate tothe music as they swagger up and down. Ok, so she’snot a model really.She looks great in her leathers. The seat of her GSX950 gets a real good seeing too every time. "Oooh looks like somebody wants to play wakey snakey. Oooo it's beginningto look a lot like there might be a man in these panties. I wonder howyou would like it if I tickled these nice hairless balls."More groaning from me was followed by quivering and twitching of my hips.Maria went quiet and I felt her hands and lips brush my cock. When I wasrock hard she straddled me and began to ride me, keeping the rhythm slowand building ever so inexorably toward my climax. I came in a thrashingspasm and.