None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or...events is purely coincidental. This story is a sequel to OH SHIT. OH SHIT is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE 2. TOILET SLAVE 2 is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE. This story is also a sequel to OH POO-POO, even though OH POO-POO is not a sequel to any other story. Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-based, have my. ‘As father of the bride, I’m covering the reception at least.’ John agreed. He piped in. ‘You two can pay for your sisters’ weddings.’ ‘Chris, Dad, we are paying for everything. I’ll tell you guys what. You cover drinks for the reception and we’ll call it even.’ Thomas stated, his love for his father evident and respect for his future father-in-law growing. John frowned, ‘What kind of drinks are you boys talking about. If I’m buying spirits, I’m getting stuff that’ll put hair on your chest.’. So much so Istripped down and slipped on one. I was so excited, first because I knewI should not be doing that, but second by the pure exhilaration of how itfelt. I fantasized at that moment what it must be like to be female, tobe able to wear such beautiful things. My excitement built to a pointwhere I had my first orgasm. I can tell you I was scared out of my mind.I had soiled this sexy garment, my parents would find out, they wouldthink I'm deranged, and ship me off somewhere. I cleaned up. She smiled, didn’t say anything, started taking her clothes off. God, she looked good. I wasn’t anywhere near ready to get hard again, but I felt a twitch. Mike followed his mom in. Whatever had happened at the fire he was hard, no doubt about it. She noticed, and smiled at him.“Mike, watch.”Professor Bertolli stretched out beside me. Pulled me to her and kissed me. Then she put her hand on my shoulder and urged me down. I knew what she wanted. This wasn’t my first time, but I worried I.