They went well with his nylon covered legs and feet. Somehow a low heel slipper with powder puff balls on the top of the instep always shouts out "I a... a sissy", lol. I decided that my sissy needed some more excitement and I planned on helping him with his shyness at the same time.I had started to date more out of a physical necessity than for love. I found younger guys showing an interest in me. I really liked the attention since they were only interested in satisfying me than dating me as a. ’s family. R.J. himself, of course, had volunteered to take the Thanksgiving-day shift so another firefighter could spend the day with his family, but Lisa eagerly introduced me to his wife, Cassie. Somewhat to my surprise, she was a fair bit younger than him, with raven-black hair, soft but dark eyes to match, and possibly a little too much makeup.Bringing up the rear behind her were two veritable cannonballs charging in yelling, “Aunt Leelee! Aunt Leelee!” It was almost comical to watch them. Even as her eyes opened and caught my gaze locked on her breasts. “Jon-Jon my eyes are up here” she stated plainly, and as my vision shifted up to her face she was merely smiling. “I wasn't trying to seduce you, but maybe I should, since you've been stealing glances for this long without making a move” she said almost coldly, as if I should have been this whole time. “You have an amazing tits” I spouted randomly the mixture of hormones, alcohol, and fear turning my brain to jelly. Thankfully. Matt paused on a page, his strokes becoming firm and fast as he pleasured himself. Kathy’s thoughts swirled: She marvelled at Matt’s size to wondering if her own son masturbated the same way. She recalled finding the telltale signs in her son’s wastebasket; crumpled tissues and paper towels wadded, thick and stiff from some ‘unknown’ substance.Her body quaked, shocking Kathy to recognize her own growing arousal at watching Matt. Her nipples strained against the inside of her bra’s cups, her.