Why is the good stuff that you pack when you move, always at the bottom of the boxes, under all the crap you don’t need! Honestly, half the time I w...nder where all this crap came from. Damn it, where the heck was that ID card, do people really expect me to go and register without it? “Yo, open up” came a yell from the door. Jeez, don’t these people know how to knock. I pulled myself up from the dusty floor, dragging the door open, allowing a brick wall, no sorry, Terry to walk in. If you could. I have seen you check me out, before too.Arnav: Well, I am just sorry. But I never wanted to hurt you or touch your private parts.Meghna: So you have learned a lesson? You won’t do it again?Arnav: No Aunty, trust me, please. I will never do such a thing. Please forgive meMeghna: What if I want you to?Arnav: What?Meghna: What if I want you to touch my ass again?Arnav: You cannot be serious!Meghna: I am. I don’t blame you for what happened today. It is normal, and I did dress to get all the. . let's try this again," Lonnie smiles, moving in closer and guiding his long, fat cock down to my lips to lightly rub it over my cheeks and nose. "Now... open your mouth, boy. Kiss it... like you're kissing your girlfriend's tit. Give it a nice... long... wet kiss...."Riding high on a crest of submissive desire, I slather his hot, smooth cock with wet kisses; licking and sucking until I taste something more than his flesh on my tongue."Mmmmmmmmmm... yeah Charley, drink me. Taste me...," he. "Yes you are cute but you are my son, Sweetie. Have you been hidingyour desire to dress like me for long?"I told Mum that I had never dressed as a woman before today or eventhought of doing so but as I had felt compelled to do so I was doing mybest to enjoy it. To some extent I had got used to what I was wearingbut then something such as the swishing of my ponytail or the feeling ofmy bra round my chest and the way my suspenders felt reminded me what Iwas wearing but it seemed I had no choice.