I even had a pair of dance shorts in yellow, pink,red and black. I wore them everyday in public. With time I had learned tobecome so so graceful in my...movements. Some may call it effeminate, butwe call it graceful. I was so happy as a sissy. I had become what I was.And then it happened. The three jerks boarded the bus that day. Buttoday, they decided to take their harassment to a new level. Theyfollowed us off the bus that day all the way to our building. Just beforethey were let in, Jared. I was wearing only a frilly black bra, frilly black suspender belt, black stockings, a tiny pair of pink frilly panties and fondling a cock through a glory hole. The man on the other side withdrew his cock and asked if he could join me in my cubicle, I hesitated but then I said yes. I was so scared but really turned on because I had never had a man ask to come in the cubicle before. The door opened and in walked a well-built man who was in his mid-50's. He bolted the door shut and immediately. ” Her eyes lit up like neon signs advertising lust and desire as she kissed my cheek and whispered back “Promise me? I have wanted you ever since mom brought you home the first time. I may have never been with a boy before, but thinking about you makes me really wet.” “Well, I hope Jake talks her into it, if so, he can have her for the night and we can have some fun. I’ve never thought about a woman like I do about you Sandra. So, let’s hope for the best that she wants some more. !"My hands suddenly moved, fumbling more out of inexperience than nerves, tearing apart the thin blouse to expose the expensive black lace brassiere beneath.She was breathing heavily. Grandmother had told me, how she had slutted herself, her daughter - my mom - for years.Her hands were trembling as they slipped beneath the open fabric of her blouse, up to her shoulders to ease the straps of her bra down her arms. My hands roughly yanked out her breasts from the stern harness - desperate to.