I felt like an idiot handing over that girlystuff to be cleaned. The ladies at the cleaners thought it washilarious to say stuff like, "When do you ne...d your dresses, dear?" Oh, I bet you look just darling in this one." "Don't you think thisdress is a little sophisticated for a boy your age?" "I bet yourboyfriend just loves you in this!" Ha-ha, very funny. I tried toignore the teasing, but it really embarrassed me. Worse, I alwaysturned beet red, which just invited more teasing.When Dad was. As he left, I realized it was just me and mom in the house. And as usual I started to think dirty. I dressed up my self and headed towards her room. I knocked her door.“May I come in?” I had already opened the door. She was lying on the bed. “As if I had said no , you wouldn't have” She replied with a grin. I did not reply. I did not speak a word. I kept on looking at her. I smiled at her then. At that very moment she knew that I had cooked up something in my head.“How are you mom? What. The wonder of feeling her body become bared to him, left her unashamed and wanting him to know her intimately, completely. In haste, Logan’s tunic and kilt were shed without subtly, baring himself and his rising manhood to her. Arabella was fascinated with the appendage and knelt before him, as she took it tentatively in her hands, feeling its pulsing girth and stiffening length, then looked up into his eyes. What she found she enjoyed more, was seeing the pleasure she gave to Logan, as she. Again her hands began to wander, moving towards her breasts and she began to cup and stroke them through the soft black material. Her nipples stood proud beneath the satin, two stiff peaks in the fabric. Each time her fingers brushed against them a small shiver ran through her body. Then she parted her legs and moved her right hand down towards her pussy. She began to stroke her inner thighs, moving slowly closer to her pussy but seeming to take pleasure in taking her time. Next she began to.