Or he used to like it” Mona said “just see what he wants this time”. I had never physically hit a guy as part of sex so I would have to play it ...y ear. I had my coffee and went out the back to get ready. I thumbed through the lingerie and found a crutchless body suit. “Yes, you will do” I said. I heard the buzzer go and I walked into the bedroom. I stopped dead in my tracks. Standing in the middle of the room was Stan, Amy’s husband. “Oh shit” I thought and then worried that he might recognise. I couldn’t help myself and sent her a text. We just had a casual talk where I made sure to call her beautiful.I was hoping to make a positive impact on her, and it looked like I did. We talked a lot that day. She even sent me her pictures and her selfies. She looked gorgeous in all of them. I was so much into my cousin by then that I had a picture in mind of me fucking her pussy. I told everything to Tinder girl that night, and she suggested visiting my cousin’s house so I could see her more.. At school the network of girly information soon led me to a young guy who happened to have a paper round for that area and with general coversation I learned through time more about the man who now gripped my fantasies.He was widowed, lived alone, liked girly magazines, was a good tipper and always showed an interest and gave advice to his young paper boy.The weeks passed with me looking and waiting and finally one morning I saw him again and this time the shelter was empty. I was the only. With the assistance of Ethel, my kicking and squealing was of littleuse in the face of such formidable opposition and I was soon clad inthe same constricting and alien attire as my cousin, my long hairpainstakingly arranged in ringlets and pink satin bows, which matchedmy horrible pink velvet dress below which peeped layer after layer ofmy white anglais lace pantaloons, which reached down nearly to myankles as I sobbed and trembled at the cruel and unjust punishment Iwas being subjected to,.