"It was, Kennedy thought, one of the few times she'd seen an "all-hands" event regarding herself. Not only was Mr. Glastonbury present when she was to...set off for camp, so were both her parents, plus Harriet's mother, only Kennedy's stepsister Victoria was absent.Kennedy's lip curled in mild disgust at her mother's comment the evening before. "Have a good time, dear. You'll have a lot more fun if you do what I would do. Of course, if you do that, I'd probably have to spank you when you get. There really was no choice about where we would sleep. My bed was a single. Sarah had a queen size bed. In addition, Sarah’s room was always warmer and it was freezing outside. We shut off all the lights, and were in Sarah’s bed within minutes. Both of us were tired. I had just cum and was ready for sleep. Sarah, on the other hand, had become quite excited about exhibiting her body for my enjoyment and making me cum. The problem was she was too tired to do much about it. We cuddled and kissed. ..immersed in girlie thoughts and girlie emotions.But all the while, there is this fear in the background - a fear of being caught in her stockings and underwear. So whilst you indulge yourself in girlie ecstasy and effeminacy, there is this common discomforting interface with the real world as you repeatedly peek through the blinds, or from behind the curtains lest she arrive home earlier than expected. The guilt builds up and conflates with an intense shame.“Boys and men don’t dress up in. I knelt in front of him and ran a hand down the trail of hair leading to his boxers. His eyes were wide as he looked down on me as if he didn’t know if he should believe what he was seeing. I gave him a sly smile as I stroked his cock through his boxers. A sharp intake of breath was heard as I pulled his boxers around his ankles. He kicked them off without a second thought.For a moment I marveled at the sight of his erect cock. It was standing proud at what I guessed was eight inches. It was.