He tried to hide his now fully erected cock and butts with whatever left of the shorts.The next day, we did not see that cute little shorts again. A f...w days after the incident, I realized I fell in love with that tiny little shorts as the image of those tight creases on the shorts and of how that poor little shorts suffered kept playing in my mind.That skimpy old shorts reappeared!A week later, my friend visited me as usual. As I opened the door, that tiny little shorts reappeared! This time,. Like I’d seen him before. I wondered if he would like me to suck his cock or bend over so he could ream my ass. The answer came to me out of nowhere. It was Sir Paul, mistress Mary’s son! I remembered how much I’d loved the taste of his cum and my knees trembled. I wanted to drop to the floor so badly and suck him that if mistress hadn’t told me to be still when she’d brought me here, I wouldn’t have been able to help myself.“What the fuck! Mom, how could you do such a fucked up thing to him!”. She smiled when she saw his face reflect the hunger, which grew within him, as more and more of her body came into view. With a tiny bit of hesitation, she allowed her remaining garments to fall to the floor and stood before him in all her naked glory. She studied his face for some indication of what he thought of her body.He rose from the couch and drew her to him, his hands running up and down her nude form. After a long kiss, his lips sought out her hard nipples and he sucked them into his. When I say dress up, Idon't mean that I dressed up like a cowboy or anything like that. I meanthat I dressed up in the prettiest clothes I could find. My sister'sdresses, my mom's lingerie, you name it- if it was girly, I was wearingit. So after Beth and I were married, I started becoming curious again.I've been craving the feeling of satin, of stockings, of high heels. I hadthrown away all my girly stuff after we were married; I was too afraid shewould find it. I was madly in love with her and.