God my clit was getting sore, and after I was finished I got dressed, and went into town to meet my friends. I intended to wear these panties for the ...ext week. The thought of springing my trap kept me preoccupied for most of that week. Each morning I’d finger myself in bed with my purple panties on. I would then take them off to shower of course, but then put them back on for the rest of the day. I would then masturbate with them on in the evening, pushing the gusset far up into my pussy as I. The pastor was there, and he glowered atme, and said, "Boys shouldn't wear dresses. Especially not to church." A promise is a promise." Mom said, and he let us in.Everyone was staring at me. People laughed behind their hands, orpointed in my direction in disgust. It was torture, but eventually theservice ended, and we left the church.I thought we were going home, but then Mom said, "We always go out forbrunch on Sundays." Can't I change first?" I whined."A promise is a promise." she said, and. ’ ‘I hope so,’ I told her rather firmly, ‘because I don’t want used baggage coming between us and our relationship.’ ‘Not a chance, you wonderful man. Just come her and let me show you how I feel,’ came her reply. That evening we had some great sex. I felt so close to Brit that night, my ego was bolstered, my concerns about Donny-boy exiled to the back of my mind. The new PDAs were a kick. Brit and I would take pictures and send them back and forth. Brit once texted me while she was in a. She is shaky like she has never done this and either have I but I know what I like so I tell her what to do Sir get behind her and tells me to force her face in my pussy so I grab her by the head and do as he says and it feels good I am about to cum Sir tell me to go ahead as he slams his dick into her screams are muffled as I tell her don’t stop as he slaps her ass he tells her that he will be fucking her ass soon. He starts fucking her and I know that she is hurting and I don’t care because I.