Irresistible. I stripped off, got myself stark bollock naked, and put Carole's tights on. It felt incredible. I had worn tights before, but being ther... in Carole's bedroom, wearing Carole's dirty tights, with my cock harder than it had ever been before as I touched myself through the gusset... I noticed my precum starting to leak through the nylon, which was stretched tight over my swollen bellend. I walked over to Carole's bedroom mirror and looked at myself, stark naked apart from these dirty. "Change me back!" he demanded, wincing internally at the sultry voice. "Right now!"The Old Man started to look a little annoyed. "You should count yourself fortunate," he said, "You know how many women would kill for a body like yours?" But I'm not a woman!" Brandon snapped back. "I'm a junior high schooler. I'm a guy for God's sake. I don't know the first thing about being a woman." At this point Brandon had tears running down his cheek, and didn't even care. "Please fix things," he. She sighed as she felt how wet she was already, how swollen her lips had become. She applied more pressure to her fingers and felt them slip between her outer lips. She moved her other hand down and pressed either side of her pussy, opening herself. She could see her delicious pink inner lips glistening with her moisture. She bit her lower lip as she pressed her fingers harder against her pussy. She watched as her fingers pressed against her flesh, and then she felt the delicious feeling of. I looked toward Ben. I don’t know what it was, but I couldn’t pull the shower curtain closed on him. I couldn’t do anything. I felt so ashamed for what I had done.He didn’t move to leave either. I don’t know what possessed him, but after a few seconds of me just standing there in the water looking down, he moved toward me. He stripped quickly. I watched him do it, I didn’t think of why. I didn’t think of anything I just watched him get into the shower with me. He looked at me intently, he was.