When we made arrangements for our next "meeting" i told him i had something extra. he was pretty excited on our way to the motel room. when we got in ... had it all laid out for him.he striped down and quickly put his bra, panties and stockings on. his cock visibly hard bulging out the pink lace, head just poking out the top a little already wet with precum. after pre lubing his ass i said "one last thing" and took a tube of red lipstick out of my pocket. we have to give you some nice sissy cock. Fortunately he had been fairly well insured, so they always had what they needed. Her salary as a bookkeeper in a large supermarket was supplied with a monthly 2000$ insurance money.Weeks, months and years trundled along while the boys went through high school and college. Linda minded her job, kept fit in the gym, and generally did a fine job of mothering the boys. A couple of times she had given in to a persistent colleague, but she had found no real joy in it, and to tell the truth her fine. She stared at the huge tent inside my shorts for some time. Then she asked me “Why do not we play father & mother Rahul? I liked your kissing very much when we were kids. And no one is here so we can make the game much better too. You are good at teaching I need to feel all pleasures before I get married to some stranger and you are the closest I have as a boyfriend. She knew I have a girlfriend and I too had wanted her boobs.I just closed the front door and put all the curtains. She smiled as. The door opened: Mrs Robertson stood there. Up close she looked really attractive: perhaps a little younger than fifty after all, with large breasts, short hair done up in a bob and very white skin but with two lovely blushing cheeks. She wore a dressing gown: beneath I saw she was in lingerie but she pulled the robe together, folding her arms and looking nervously up and down the lane.“What are YOU doing here? Where’s Marnie?”“She had to go somewhere,” I smiled. This was true: I’d played a.