Once he couldactually get a bra to wear then he could begin to understand about bracomfort. For the moment bra comfort was an entirely abstract realm ...orhim. Cary repacked the bag, tied it shut, went to his bedroom, and putthe bra and panty at the bottom of his underwear drawer. Marjorie wouldsoon be arriving for the evening. He was cooking her dinner and he hadbetter get busy with it. He'd try on the bra as soon as she left, whetherit was that night or the next morning.Marjorie was his age, a. . we spoke briefly some time ago and lost contact. I wish to apologize for my part of not reaching out to you earlier. ...' ) Another moment of silence where by I spoke up quickly ( '... I am near the area in which you live and would like to come by and see if I could soothe that anaconda of yours! ...') After an uneasy minute or two the voice gave me an address and apartment number. I pulled into the parking area and located the building and made my way to the apartment door. I ringed the bell. Checking the hairbrush and bath brush section of a store was secondnature to her now and the hardware store also offered many useful toolsto help teach her full breasted sissy/son the many lessons required topermanently form the submissive, feminine, mannerly personality whichMother Dearest required.Occasionally she visited the local horse riding store to examine somelengths of leather or some pieces that could be used to secure her son'swrists or ankles for a judicial caning which he. When Krystenah’s spanking session was over, she came over to me and removed my blindfold. I stood up and hugged her. Her breasts against mine felt amazing. She pulled away and smiled into my face. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Oh, yes,” she said, breathlessly. Then she kissed me. She kissed my lips and pressed her tongue tentatively into my mouth. I accepted it and kissed her back. She reached out and grasped my breast through my bra. I pulled my tit out for her to touch. She smiled and kissed me.