.. I'll hold my breath." Deekan rolls his eyes.Lexi says. "Stop bitching or you get pink." She hands him a bottle ofdark blue polish and walks him thr...ugh the application, making it clearthat he would be expected to keep these up himself. He was pissed, butcouldn't really stay mad at Lexi. Being lovable was like... hersuperpower. When they finished Lexi went off to bed, wishing Deekangoodnight.Deekan laid in his bed, looking at the light reflect off the metallicblue nails. "This is going to be. My fingers are digging hard into his shoulders as I try to shake my head at him. He ignores me and rubs my sensitive, palpitating hole.I let go of him and tried to grab his hands. In the struggle, I lift slightly and I touch his slippery shaft. Half of it still firmly stuck inside me. It is burning hot and slimy. It makes my hands recoil in terror and so he continues to pry into my forbidden entry. His penis is terrorising my vagina his finger rub my bum hole and then his mouth sucks in my one. I would have preferred to have started the fun, if that was what it was to be, from an equal state of preparedness, but my clothes were all too far away. I made a futile attempt to reach my dressing gown on a nearby chair. But the chair was quickly whisked away with a cry of "naughty, naughty" from one of the girls.Simultaneously, two pairs of hands pulled me back down on the couch from behind, while other hands, successfully prised mine away from covering my cock. Now I was not a fool, and I. ." he lifted the garment out of the box and is heart sank. This was no shirt. It was a blouse with billowing sleeves and lace on the front!Underneath the blouse was a pleated skirt made of a very soft material."What is this?" cried Tommy. "This is a dress!" No, it's a skirt and blouse," said Dad. "What do you think of them?" But... but I'm a boy! Why would you get me this?" We thought you might enjoy wearing a dress once in a while. We've seen you eye your sister's things and if you would like.