Slowly and steadily, I slide in and out, rubbing up and down. The more you move against my hand, the faster I slide in and out of you. Your breathing ...ecomes jagged and you are practically panting and gasping at this point. Just a few more strokes and I feel your pussy clamp down on my fingers as your orgasm begins. I stop the motions of my hand and just hold my fingers in place, pressed against your g-spot as you ride the waves of your orgasm. When you finally come down, I slowly slide my. What I didn't notice until mom came home early was that I also had a pair of her nylons on. I quickly reached for a blanket to cover up but it was too late.Being a little upset and disapointed was to put things mildly. She went up to the attic and brought down a large trunk full of female clothes. Before I knew what was happening, I was in a corset, a dress that nearly reached my feet, 2 inch heel shoes and long gloves that went all the way up my arms. Finally a wig with the hair curling out. We were in the shit big time, you could say, with no real way out. At this point, I had come home after college one early evening, and found Mum and Dad sitting opposite each other in the lounge, in the presence of Kabuls two big heavies, Abdul and Karim, who were sitting on our sofa. Obviously some sort of heated discussion had been taking place, because the room suddenly went silent as I came in. The tension between the four seated people was so thick it made the hairs raise on the back of my. We were talking about how he’s on tinder and he can’t find anyone to date and how nobody likes military men (except me apparently) Anyways, we pull into my parking lot and he turns around and asks me if we can talk for a few minutes. I was ready to go but I figured he needed help getting home or something so I said sure. He turned the car off and turned around. He told me that I was very pretty and didn’t deserve to go on a bad date and that if we went on a date together he wouldn’t treat me.