At the end of the note, I wrote that my travel arrangements could be found in my black suitcase.I of course thought they would probably already have l...oked at all those papers, so they should see that I'm telling the truth.Because I was done writing and had been left alone, I stood up and walked around a little, because the sneakers I had been wearing were still sopping from my urine that had run down my legs and into them, I kicked them off and just paced around on bare feet in the room until. He couldn’t open the massage fast enough. A pic of Dave and another big hairy masculine guy with the boy in pink sat between them, a cock in each hand smiling for the photo.”We have some sexy gear for you to wear” said the text “Still ok for seven, or shall I pick you up earlier ?”Paul was playing with himself, he was so excited. “I can be ready for Five if that’s ok?” He texted back”Brilliant, so looking forward to playing with you sexy xxx” came the replyPaul wanked and cum again. He wanted. She moved closer, we hugged each other tight, and I could feel the strands of her red bush pressing and rubbing against the strands of my black bush.She pinched my nipples gently, and I pinched hers a little harder.She clasped my hand in hers, and we kissed again. She began walking, towing me behind her. At the queen size bed, she gently pushed me onto my back, leaned over, and kissed me.We hugged, wet pussy against wet pussy.She slipped a finger into me while also rubbing my clit with her. "Pretty cool," he thought. "I still look like a boy, but it looks neat tosee me in a training bra and panties."The training bra felt different, but good, around his chest.Just then there was a knock at Patrick's door. It was his Mum again."Can I come in, now?" she asked."I suppose so," Patrick replied.She opened the door, and asked "Well, don't you look pretty! So what doyou think? Do you like wearing a bra and panties? This is what girls doeveryday." Oh yes, Mum! It's so different," Patrick.