At the same time, I drag you by the hair into the bathroom and proceed to make our way to the handicap stall to give us a little extra room to play.I ...lose the door behind us and you look a little shocked and scared, thinking that I may be displeased with your antics. I tell you to remove your panties and you comply immediately. They are obscenely skimpy and as you stand back up I tell you to smell the crotch of them and tell me how your cunt smells. You tell me, "Very sweet, Sir." I then have. It's plainyou love your pretty nightgown and panties; I'd find it even moreunusual if you didn't."I looked up into the maid's eyes quizzically. "What do you mean?" Iasked."It's just as Mistress said," she went on. "Boys are so deprived, neverable to dress up in pretty dresses and nightgowns like girls. Forgettingyour suitcase has given you a chance to see just how nice wearing silkyfrillies can be." But I'm a boy! I shouldn't feel this way," I answered ashamedly."Don't be silly, honey," she. Lots and lots of chocolate peanut butter. After the initial shock, the details of the death in the family and the house that was now left to her were quickly told through half-sobs and half-laughs. An entire decade re-told in what seemed like brief moments and quick sighs. ‘Madison it’s so good to talk to you again. You have no idea,’ she said towards the end of our conversation. I could hear her blowing her nose. ‘Same here Mary, I feel like we never stopped talking.’ ‘Look… um… this really. "Yeah?" my father asked. "I've seen people in a Dentist's chair thatlooked happier than you do."Romey just looked at my Dad for a minute or so and then burst out intears. So the three of us are sitting at the table and Romey's sobbingaway and all of a sudden I felt so sorry for him that I slid my chairover next to his and put my arm around his shoulders and drew him overagainst me where he buried his head between my breasts as he sobbed away.Finally, after what seemed like ages, he stopped.