Caroline apologetically said, "I am sorry, I'll be good" Rita respondedangrily and mocked her feminized stepson "I'll be good, I'll be good,that's all...I hear from you! You had no problem milking yourself againstPhil's cock or humping my mother's shoe!"Mrs. Monet instructed her son to clean himself up and put on the finalknee high for milking. Caroline's sissy sack ached and urn to rest, buthis stepmother new his weakness and had him remove her high heel andput it on the floor in front of her.. "Your even turned on now while your caught, you dirty little man" she scowled. Even though he was a good 8 inches taller she did make him feel like a little man as she pointed to the buldge in the front of his trousers.Red faced,embarrassed and feeling like a naughty schoolboy he was taken aback when she stepped closer and gripped his tool through his clothes and told him in a voice that left him in no doubt that she was serious "when I take my hand away your going to show me what you have. . .not a real man at least. She desired a man who could be rough, yet place the gentlest kisses upon her erect bosoms and beautifully bronzed body. She needed a man who could handle her beauty and knew the proper way of releasing the inner Rosita erotica. Her café brown hair brushed off her face as a gentle breeze became aroused by being lucky enough to touch Rosita’s perfect body. She stood on the side of a busy road, dressed in a light, fire red dress. Her bosoms trying to push through what. Friday was a long time coming. Angie was confused about what to wear, sexy, slutty, demure. I suggested playing it slow, jeans and a sweater, but with sexy underwear in case anything happens. She agreed, she didn't want to scare him off by being to keen seeing as he wasn't sure. By 7:30 she was off to see (hopefully) her new lover. The night dragged by, the TV was rubbish and I couldn't concentrate on anything anyway. The longer she was away the more likely that something would happen I.