.. I can’t take this anymore Cass,” I whisper while short of breath, “I need to cum ... this is too much.” “Then rub your swollen pearl, I w...nt to watch you cum and hear you moan,” Cassandra whispers and nibbles my ear as my hands find their way down to my aching pussy. I graze my finger over my engorged vulva and a warmth spreads throughout my body. Fuck, how is it that I’m already so close? I relax fully into Cassandra’s body, her fingers still toying with my nipples and I spread my legs to. My palms itched badly to feel him. I grabbed the glorious tool in both my hands and started to stroke I gently.Joy trembled and uttered with intermitting groans –“ Ma how good your hands feel, oh ma you are so good.”The heat of his naked cock and sipped into my pussy and I was feeling damn horny. Yeti wanted him to go crazy so that he would plunge that shaft inside my inviting moistness. I thought out talking dirty to him.“Like your mom’s hands?”“ Yes, Ma very much.”“Have you jerked off. But I would never hook up with him, I told myself with conviction.For this reason, whenever I felt the mood of our hangout sessions changing from bromance to romance, I would use my foolproof mood-killing method of bringing up the topic of castration.“Did you know that Freud said that foot fetishes derive from a little boy seeing his mom’s vagina –– or lack of penis -- for the first time and thinking she was castrated? Supposedly he gets so terrified he looks down at her feet and becomes. Youlight it. I want you to feel empowered!"I was to feel empowered by burning my own clothing! This was feminism Iguess. Burning your bra. Except I was burning my male clothes."Now come see what I have so kindly saved for you." She smiled.I was ruined. I could not believe it, as I looked I noticed that thesuitcase had nothing but socks in it. Not even boxer shorts!I rushed out to the garden to try to save some of my clothes. It was toolate."Don't you feel empowered now, Simone, my little.