But I would playfully say, please mom nexttime onwards... each time I would say! I loved my mom. Then she wouldapply make up on my face, comb my hair....fter about 15 days or so, one morning she said I could wear a ponytailnow! I felt elated! I washed my hair that day, wore my favorite ghagracholi and mom took me to her bedroom and made me sit in front of thedressing table. She brushed my hair, applied very little oil, againbrushed. Then she started combing it backwards and finally I could. He had deliberately worn Y-fronts with this intent. His mother was unaware that her son was sliding his uncovered cock up and down her silken sheathed thigh. He looked down and saw the little silver trail of pre-seminal fluid on his mother’s gossamer thin pantyhose.David was totally inflamed with lust; the feeling of his engorged member on his mother’s nylon-clad thigh was exceedingly more arousing than the feelings he had experienced when she had wanked him. His cock was actually touching her. It was David, my boss. He had another trip lined up for me on the 6th and needed me to come in to the office in the morning to get a few things and to have a little briefing. No rest for the weary, I thought to myself as I pressed the reset button and stood up. It is the life I chose. I would just have to deal with the good and the bad as it came. &hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,. Ever had one of. Mr. Regular leaves and Mr.Shy relaxes a bit as I take the opportunity to set out some propoganda on behalf of trannies everywhere as to how we really do give the best blowjobs. This has the effect of re-energising him and soon he’s getting not only his stamina back, but a strong degree of confidence and that selfish attitude of the dominant male that I love so much – ‘yeah, take it all the way down your throat, you bitch, you slut, fucking whore. Fucking gag on it, you cunt’. And he really has.