"What about your Mum with someone else?" questioned Lynne, an evil glint coming into her eye. "No, really, think about it," she added, forestalling th... protests of her friends."Wouldn't it be exciting, coming home and catching your Mum with the window-cleaner or somebody? Just imagine it - they'd be in the kitchen and he'd have her backed up against the fridge. He'd have her blouse open and her tits out of her bra and he'd be feeling them up. Then he'd pull up her dress and get her knickers. Jerry had been thinking about Miss Anderson ever since they had spent the afternoon together, and now he had to return to the house to look after his best friends younger sister while Brad & his mother were out of town for Brads Soccer tournament, he wondered how she would react to seeing him again, would she ignore it ever even happened, or would she take him somewhere private to see his hot teen cock before he left, he had no idea but he was about to find out.He walked towards the house and. My name is Sharon, and I belong to Mistress Angela Hightower. I am her owned sissy, and I have been hers since my early 20s. She is my world, and I would do anything for her. I hardly remember my previous life, even my real name. The combination of the lifestyle routine, the hormones, the occasional poppers at parties, and never hearing me called anything but Sharon or Sissy for nearly a decade has pushed most of it to the dark recesses of my mind. Besides, I don’t want to remember it – mostly.. . Well ... I wouldn’t have been surprised to see a pumpkin on wheels outside waiting to take her to the Ball.It was loose but still managed to show her great figure. Her make-up was light but sexy, like the night I “Made her do it” in the garage, only her lips were a little darker. She was stunning, to put it mildly. I find it a little hard to breath now, as I recall image“Ya wanna try that coffee thing again?” I asked.“I believe I do. I think I really need it.”“Some brunch?”“Maybe a bagel if.