Black panties, seamed hose and garter belt were the firstthings to go on. Then the red leather corset and miniskirt. The thigh highplatform boots were...the last piece of attire to go on. I put on my makeuplike I had been doing so all my life. (How would I know how to put onmakeup?) Things were starting to bother me a bit less, as I got used to thefact that I looked like a girl. Amanda came in and gave a low wolf whistle."Going on the prowl? You look FANTASTIC! Here, let me help you out a bit". She moaned, making my cock twitch. Pulling off briefly she said, "Not yet Father. You can't cum yet!" Then she resumed her oral worship of my manhood. I twitched again, feeling ever closer to completing this immoral, degrading act. "Yes, Father, you are a disgusting, weak man! But your cock feels so good, so hard, and I want to taste you! Drink your cum! Give you a reward for you're your unpriestly behavior!"She was right! I am a disgusting man, but I cannot seem to help myself. She brought out. You are aroused, I can tell. I can feel you tremble under my hand and I can smell a new scent in the air. Not your perfume... well not exactly. Not the Sensuous perfume you put on earlier. No, this is your personal perfume and it smells delightful. I move closer to you and I lean over to kiss your shoulder. You turn your head to me and we kiss for the first time. I feel your soft lips part and I slide my tongue out to meet yours. At the touch of our tongues, our kiss deepens and you yield to. I should have said before,” she added.“Who’s we?” I asked, slightly annoyed though the food would not be wasted.“Oh, friends from the holiday,” she replied in a manner that suggested there was more to learn.“I’m surprised you’re not fed up with each other after all that time together.”There was a pause while Izzy thought a few things out.“Actually Mum, it’s not just the girls. We met a group of boys out there too.”Now I understood. Holiday romances were common but usually didn’t survive the.