' I glanced to where Shelia's hand was and saw that she was rubbing on Harry's hugely erect cock through his khaki's. Harry's cock was stretched down...his thighs almost to his knee, there was a small wet spot right where the head of Harry's cock would be. Shelia continued maybe you can talk him into letting the three of us have some fun together.' Harry didn't wait for an answer, he stood up quickly and said 'that did it, we all are going into the house and have some fun.' Harry held the door. A little girl. Dale caressed her forehead, brushing her hair away from closed eyes. Despite the deadened hue of her skin, there was faint warmth underneath. Before he had a chance to wonder, her little legs abruptly twitched at the contact of his hand. His heart skipped a beat. Maybe they weren’t too late. ‘I think it’s alive,’ he said to Vic, whose grave demeanor gave way to a spark of hope as he uncrossed his arms and strained to see what Dale was seeing. Just then, a siren wailed to life. Determinedly he looked her in the eye."Yes." The next day he wore the pink set of underwear to school beneath his school clothes and when he arrived home his mother was already there and waiting with a very pale pink, satiny peignoir. It was knee length and very youthful and feminine. She had also bought a pair of pink satin mules not unlike her own and with a tiny heel. Showing absolutely no embarrassment, excitedly he raced off to his bedroom to try them on and returned to show them. There were faint white lines marking the field as we walked in the cool fall evening. “I loved football,” Connie said, “I loved being dressed in my cute little outfit and knowing that so many were looking at me. I think at times it made me feel like a slut. Does that shock you?” she asked.“A little,” I said, “I used to watch you in your cheer leader outfit and many fantasies played through my mind, some not so nice.” I said and then turned to face her, “Does that shock you?”“Yes, a little,” she.