Once all the commotion calmed down, Mom called me over. “Sally, come look at Philly’s little dickie! He had his first real wet cummy!”Is it weir... that I wanted to see? That my little dickie was hard? That I wanted to add to his embarrassment? That I wanted to touch it? Well, I got my chance. I took a good hard look. It was Just a droplet of clear liquid with a few white streaks. He stayed hard, looking at me with pleading eyes.I reached out and put the tip of my finger to the wet tip of. Hehalted beside a beaming Katrina, fearing to look at the boy in a dress heexpected to see no matter how hard the dressmaker had worked on him thensteeled himself to take at least a quick glance. Just to see how bad itreally was.It was bad. But not in the way he had feared, and hoped. A slightly olderversion of his lovely sister stood in front of him, clad in the violetsatins, silks and velvets of Garret's household colors and blushing atthe picture of delicately feminine beauty in front of. I wore a few different pairs that week and each time I could find the time, I would rub and pull the crotch deep in between my pussy lips. I coated them each time I masturbated. I put them into some plastic bags to keep them fresh for him. We found a spot underneath his bed where there was a rip in his bedsprings. He agreed to only use them when he needed them. I warned him again not to use Mom's panties, especially after all that I had done for him. We never had sex. I never touched him other. For the time being, his hands stayed down on the bed, but his eyes maintained contact with mine. We just smiled at one another, and he failed to look at my tits. Even as they were just barely south, he managed to just look right into my eyes.As time went on, my smile became wider and wider. By the five minute mark, I was just grinning at him. As I felt to be on top of the world, I picked up the speed just a little bit. I started swinging around a bit more."Oh, aren't you a kinky lady?" Yes, I.