“You’ve seen me, now I want to see you.Get undressed”“You undress me”I reached for the belt on his robe and was so nervous andexcited that I...thought I was going to have to tear it off.There was my son in only the briefest of briefs with thehead of his penis peaking out the top.“Take them off , Jon”“No, You take them off”I got to my knees and grabbed the elastic band but before Istarted pulling them down I couldn’t resist the sight ofthat dick looking at me over the top. I first put my tongueon. I wonder if I need to explain. She wasn't beautiful in the supermodel sense. She wasn't tall enough, for a start. But she was pretty, and cute. Bubbly, and friendly. She had changed her clothes as well. White T-shirt, rather short denim skirt, and black tights."Excuse me handsome, is this seat taken?" No. It's reserved for a blonde. You'll do." Whew, lucky I didn't colour it. I was going to go for red." Don't." No?" No." Okay, you're the boss, for now at least." That's good. In that case, what. “please, naveen, you shouldn’t be doing this!” my voice is still trembling.“you know you are enjoying this. I can tell by your breathing.”I am breathing hard, both from struggling and from being aroused.Naveen unties the belt on my robe and opens it, revealing my white bikini panties. His left hand leaves my breast and moves down to my waist and then even lower. His fingers slide beneath the waistband of my panties.“no, naveen, please please stop!……please don’t do this to me!……please don’t put. Shouldn't I be reading those things? I'mwearing pretty panties and a bra; just as any other person reading thesemagazines is wearing so all is right with the world. I like to go out andspend the money on the cosmetics advertised. I'll try on a pencil skirtor cute swimsuit just because one of the fashion models is wearing it inGlamour. I'm a woman when I do those things and nobody is going toconvince me otherwise.Yes, I do use tampons and panty liners. Isn't that the most feminine ofthings a.