I decide it is time to move on and, reluctantly, my hands and mouth leave your beautiful breasts as I return to give my full attention to your pussy.I...gently push your legs apart as I position myself face down between them. Sliding my hands under your cheeks, I move upwards on your body, fully mesmerized by the sight of your wet pussy. As my mouth moves past your knees, I slow my progress and alternately leave long wet tongue strokes on each thigh, moving my head from side to side as I approach. ------oOOo----- Tom had been home nearly a week. The house was on several acres on the outskirts of town - rural seclusion. He heard his mother in the kitchen cooking breakfast. The smell of bacon pulled him from bed and down the hallway. "Hey, darling," Mary said, giving her son a big hug. "Wow. You look beautiful." He stepped back and looked at her wearing very short pants that could have been painted on and a spandex waist-length tube-top that accentuated every curve of her upper body. She. She sat, and she drank and, then, she left. He’d watched her engage in this monotonous routine more times than he’d care to count and, yet, he could never gather enough nerve to approach her. He desperately wanted to speak to her, to say something—anything—that could possibly solicit a smile from that sullen, weary, yet ironically youthful face. As he became more familiar with her nightly habit, he studied her intently. He focused on every line and deviation of her body to such an extent that. …When Nick had moved in after his parent’s deaths, he announced to Scott that his parents had already arranged a stay at a special summer camp the following month. As the bus to the camp was ready to pull out, Nick handed a brochure to his legal guardian. Nick asked that Scott read the literature later but not contact him until the camp was over.After Scott got home, he opened the pamphlet and was shocked to find it was a camp for femboys. He read every word and was drooling by the time he.