Franz continued to stroke my breasts which was making me feel so excited and dirty at the same time. I was lost in the moment, not really knowing what...to do. It was then that I felt his hardest against my rear end. He held me tight pushing his manhood against the cotton shorts of my PJs. Franz’s hand reached under me shirt and felt my bear boob, the feeling of his rough hands against my soft skin was wonderful. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, I could feel myself getting so wet. I. I wanted to fuck her so badly I could taste it as I sipped my cold brew. I wasn't halfway done with the can before I heard her screaming like she just saw a rat. Probably a field mouse had her standing on the toilet seat."Damn," I muttered as I put the beer down and ran up the stairs. I barged in through the door and she just looked at me and smiled as she stood up in the bath. Her hair was full of shampoo and her body was all soaped up. Back came my raging hard-on as I stared at her shaved. Suddenly the look he had perfected,the make up and hair, the dresses, the shaved legs, it all felt wrong onhim. Arriving home, he had run to the bathroom and scrubbed desperatelyto remove every last trace of eye liner, lip gloss and foundation. He hadthrown his dress and his shoes into the bag he kept beneath his bed andmessed his hair up the best he could, trying hard to remove anyfemininity from himself.The Monday morning came around too quickly. Art faked sickness,convincing his mum to let. When they were both on I couldnt help but look at them. They jutted out obscenely and felt so full and hard. The left was starting to get more painful. I looked at him and he finally spoke."This afternoon I will watch you punish yourself for going too easy on your tits while I was away"I gulped, wonder what he had in mind, oh well I was sure to find out.He handed me a piece of paper, and walked off into his study. I stood there, tits poking out, getting redder all the time, it took me a minute.