"So what can we do with them?" A man asked."You have to ask me this? very well then... Madam Smythe you have a range of clothing that you need modelle... by actual children, not the anorexic waifs that the agencies tend to send you, and then there's the extras that your clothing have inside them, the extras that the models use not. Now a chance you have of showing the attachments without all that unnecessary fuss that those stupid models make!" Glockenspiel said with a laugh.Madam Smythe,. The reason all of my attempts to satisfy my urge to have sex with my mother by outside means had failed was because I had the deep Freudians need to impregnate her and have her as my wife. That night I tried to shake the thought but it was true. I was fooling myself when I had affairs with older women. My French teacher, a woman I met at the country club. They both were attractive but could not fill the need I had to have my mother as my lover and be the mother to my c***dren. My mind was made. Simone was every bit as pretty asmy sister Janice and she actually wanted to join me in my bed. This wasa sissy's dream. I rather gave my feelings away when I switched on thebedside light then eagerly flipped back the duvet and patted my pillowby way of invitation. Simone smiled knowingly."Well at least you didn't pat the mattress darling." What d'you mean?" I frowned wonderingly."The sublimal message you gave just then; you patted the pillow therebysubconsciously offering a place to talk. If. "I've been fantasizing about it for so long. I want you to cum in my mouth."She slipped her hand down my pants and ran her thumb over my cockhead. She brought her hand up and licked her thumb of the cum she'd smeared on it. She kissed me again and put her hand back down my pants, gripping my long shaft tightly."And then I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I've never been with a man before... I want it to be you. I want you to fuck me. I want you to bust my cherry."I nuzzled her ear. "I'll.