The door was shut. I never shut the door if I'm not in my room and I though that this was very odd. I set down my packages and slowly opened the door,...not really knowing what to expect. What I found, was my son, dressed in my clothes, skirt, blouse, heels, sitting at my dressing table, applying lipstick to his lips. He saw me immediately in the mirror and jumped up, knocking over the dressing table bench. He was stammering and was a beet, beet red with embarrassment. Lord knows I was at a loss. Chapter 2Shelia vaguely realised there was a crystal chandelier above her where before there was sky!The female voice belonged to an attractive young lady with dark hair the same as Guy.“Well she’s a sexy little thing Guy,”“Yes; but she went down like a ninepin having shied Romeo.”“My god Guy! She’s wearing my old clothes! Who is she anyway?” asked Pamela,“She’s mother’s foster-girl from London; she seems to be accident prone.”Shelia then mumbled, “ I’m so sorry I ran into you Mr Guy.”Guy’s. One longer push and he was in her with about six inches. She shrieked. Not a scream; a shriek. As he pulled back and pushed back in her legs came down and she wrapped them around His back. He worked that cock in and out of her again and again. Erin started to lose it then. Her head whipped side to side on the bed and her arms went out to her side first, then up above her head. It was the submission movement Lord James was waiting for. With incredible control, He pushed hard, leaving a. He began stroking his massive cock as he looked over her cute young face, eyes wide open looking off into the distance and mouth slightly open with a small smile still on it. She almost looks pretty happy. he reached over for The lube and poured a large amount onto his cock. Stroking himself faster now he shove two of his fingers into her mouth and into the back of his throat as he positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance of her neck and slowly begin to push in. He watched as her throat.