It started making a tent shape in my boxers.Mamta saw it but don’t speak a word about it.She then told me to stop and I closed it. She asked me what... fun the girl is having in getting her boobs pressed?I said that even i dont know and said as a girl you might be knowing it.To that she said I never did such things and so i don’t know.She then pressed her boob and said i dont feel anything.To that i said when a guy touches it only then you can feel the excitement.I asked her if i can touch it she. Her mental reaction was an explosion of emotion the likes of which I usually only see when I torture (the fun kind of torture) a girl to climax. I didn't examine her mind to find out why my gesture was so well-received. I was too excited about the fact that she wanted to kiss me.To digress a moment, I should point out that I usually ignore such thoughts. The fact that a woman wants me to kiss her does not mean she won't think I am a horrible person if I actually do so. Still, the emotions. Now this story is about my first time with another crossdresser at the age of 18. it was a friday night, just got out of school (senior year), and my buddy james and i were talkin in the hall by my locker. james says to me " we should git some beer and git a bonfire goin tonite, get some honeys over and git shitfaced!" I was like "yeah im down. Ill talk to johnny and Brandon and git some more poeple to come." we parted and i went out to my truck and got on the phone with johnny, set up a. They knew perfectly well what was happening. As if by a mutual agreement the kids both rose and went into the corridor. They were very silent and took great care not to be heard. They moved slowly until they could see the bed through the open door. They stared at what was to be seen. Their father was on top of their mother. They were both completely naked. Daddys ass was moving up and down rhythmically. Mommy had both her feet held very high and they could see her pussy around daddys cock every.