..sissyboymom,' I stammered through my uncontrollable tears. She slapped myface.? 'Not a sissyboy, you littlebastard.? A PATHETIC LITTLE SISSYBOY! St...ll on myknees, I looked up at her towering over me with her hands on her hips andsaid,? 'A pathetic little sissyboy mom.' 'A patheticlittle sissyboy who likes to smell his mommy's panties. Well you're going tohave to be punished.' 'Pleasemom...no,' I sobbed. She hitched upher skirt to reveal her stocking tops, suspenders and black lacy panties.. I turn the jets off, and have him stand up. I dry him off with a towel, hot out of the dryer. After he is nice and dry, I lead him to the bedroom, where I have a large jar of warm baby oil waiting. I lay him face down on the bed. I climb on top of his thighs and make myself comfortable. I take the oil and draw a line from his neck to his ass, he jumps as the hot oil hits his skin. Hot enough to feel it, but not to burn him. He begins to moan as I take my hands and start slowly and deeply. He exhaled, alone once more. "Husband? He'd be lucky!" Sam spent a moment concentrating onbreathing deeply. He had found himself slipping into French again,which always caused him to panic a little afterwards. Each time ithappened it felt like he was losing something of himself. It was as ifAntoinette were still inside him somewhere, fighting to take over.The marble flooring was cold to Sam's bare feet as he padded over to theprotective suit bags laid across the chair. He took the smaller. I found out later that they used to make out in public places when they were younger. She slowly worked his dick up and down with her hands and mouth, coaxing it to full mast. He was a large man all around and she had to use both hands to stroke his cock properly once it swelled to full strength.Rick sat up while Mary moved to the head of the bed. He began to kiss her tits as he squeezed them between those huge hands of his. She began to moan as he made his way to her pussy. She had a bushy.