This was going to be all about her.As my hand held on to her breast, Michelle's head fell into the curve of my neck and her hand covered mine on her t...nder supple frontal mound. I felt the heat of her hand over mine. I could feel Michelle looking at me, staring at my lips so close to hers. It felt like we were painting an erotic picture to mount over our fireplace.Slowly, I ran my free hand over her side, feeling the sensual shape as it curved into her hip where the sheet remained draped. I. She stared deeply into my eyes. A look thatpenetrated my mind, body, spirit, and soul. I was overwhelmed by theeroticism. "Yes, Mommy I beg you to do every single thing you justmentioned," I pleaded unable to control myself."Now, Mommy is going to personally put you into your pretty satin, silkpanties. A symbolic gesture to mark your new life. In your past, youwere my son Stephen, you were in control, you could not stay out ofwoman's clothing but you did not have any female attire of your. We drove for about an hour and went on highway 58 out of town about 20 miles to an old looking farm house. He pulled into the driveway and stopped at the house. We got out and walked up on the dilapidated porch then inside.Once inside, A man come into the room with us,. took out a big gun pointed it at me and said strip right now, or I will shoot and no one will ever find your body. Quivering with fear and covered with goosebumps, I began to take off all my clothes. When I had finished except. After putting on the stockings, Cyndi stood up and as she was putting on a pair of black pumps, she smiled appreciatively at the site of Reg’s rock hard cock sticking straight up. She climbed into bed and lightly teased her husband’s raging hard-on with the nail of her index finger. ‘Hmmm, it looks like your cock is ready.’ As Cyndi kissed Reg again she wrapped her hand around his cock and gave it a light squeeze as she slowly pumped her fist up and down the shaft. Reg pulled her closer as he.