Are you ready?" "Yes Mistress. I am ready. I want to be a sissy for you." "Good. Let's start with the rest of your body hair.” Mistress reached in...o the bedside cabinet and retrieved a tube of hair removal cream. I panicked, "I thought we weren't going to do anything permanent?" "Permanent?" questioned Mistress. "There's nothing permanent about hair removal. It grows back." “It’s your choice Evie, do what I say, when I say it and enjoy your first weekend of many or get up now, get dressed. She settles down upon him, the heat of her pussy wrapping him in its tight embrace. As she rides up slowly, he feels the cool air on his glistening shaft. Kim is impatient and begins to rise and fall rhythmically, not fast, but neither slow. A steady pumping reminiscent of the carousel she rode as a child. His manhood filling her deep inside makes her feel complete, loved, and desired. Kim’s breathing quickens, it won’t be long, the orchestra once again builds. She knows she is close and starts. Luke reached over and caught her by surprise as his hands cupped her face and dragged her down to his lips. She was glad she had given in to his pursuing; she really did like him, it was time she started to take chances with people... Moria stood there staring straight into the face of the man who had broken her heart into a million pieces six years ago. The ring on her finger felt excruciatingly heavy as she hid it by crossing her arms. As she looked into his face the memories of their first. Both times her suggestions had been voted down, the last occurring just a week ago at the regular PTA meeting. Having known Matilda since they were teenagers, Bree wasn’t surprised that the chairwoman had pulled a stunt like this. According to the committee rules, three members were a quorum, and since Yvette would vote however Matilda told her to, the changes would undoubtedly have passed had not Bree unexpectedly turned up.“Why are we still going on about this?” Bree asked, the irritation in.