The same week, I found out that my company was laying people off and I was about to lose my job too. This is how I ended up at age twenty-five, living...with my mom again.It wasn't all bad, I thought, trying to convince myself. My mom owned a long-stay motel, which meant there were no problems in finding me a room to stay, even if my neighbors were mostly down and outs and horny couples.Most nights, I could hear them through the walls, usually fighting or having sex, making it difficult to sleep.. I didn't care I lovedthe way I looked and how my lingerie made me feel like a littlesissy. I quickly dressed for work wearing my usual jeans and shirtbut slipping a sweater on over my shirt after noticing my bra clearlyshowed through my shirt. I noticed the time and ran out the door tocatch my bus to work.I spent the day convinced people could see the lace of my panties orthe outline of my bra even though I knew they couldn't. At the end ofthe day I was a bit paranoid and very excited by what. Dev congratulated Dale on the birth, wished them well, and commented about how his time was coming with Wendy. She wasn’t due until late March, but a lot would happen by then.As others arrived, Dale regaled them with the complete and detailed description of the birthing process that he’d watched. Dale then went off and started to make telephone calls to various relatives to share the news with them.Because it was only a few days after Christmas, many in the Circle were taking the week off.. All of a sudden, your breasts take a bright red shade and you go quiet again, your mouth wide open and your eyes shut. It seems like an eternity that I’m fucking you hard like this; the only sounds in the room are from the squeaks of the bed and my cock smashing your sloppy pussy. When I’m about to collapse, you scream and you expel my dick with an intense pressure. You cum wildly, limbs flailing about and your back impossibly arched. I rub the head of my cock against your quivering lips, and.