“Ok, do you want to see him? I asked.“I do,” She replied as she crossed her legs.I reached out and touched her right leg that was resting on he... left knee. They were a shade above the stubble stage. The last time she shaved was by me in the shower, ten days ago before Mark arrived. Regardless of the shadow they felt wonderful. She doesn’t prep for me, shave or dress sexy as she does with Mark. At first it kind of made me jealous, but I accepted the role and find it erotic – now. Dressing. '."Auntie's hypnotic voice and the feeling developing deep within mecombined to make me a total slave to Auntie's will. Her voice continuedto wrap around my psyche with the same effect as her finger whichenveloped my sissy pole. Finally I gasped out the words that sealed myfate."Oh yes Auntie, I am a sissy and my name is sissy Pansy."At that very instant my sissy juice filled the condom and I went limp,still in Auntie's embrace.Auntie let me recover before sliding me off her lap. I was very. As far as I knew, we didn't have any secrets.We'd been acquainted since I was fourteen and she was seventeen, and we'd become friends the following year. Our friendship grew until I thought I knew Kitty pretty well, but as I discovered, I was mistaken.I came home from college to find that my mother had moved away to live with her future husband and had given me the responsibility of helping Kitty adjust to being a new mother and a widow.I would have thought that she would turn to me in her time. "Can I see you thingy", Jessica asked me. "My dick", I asked. "Yeah", she said. "I just want to see it really fast. I haven't seen one before." "Jess, this isn't a really good idea. Mom and Dad are right next door to you and they might be able to hear us even now". "Just a quick peek?", she pleaded with me. "No way! Mom and Dad would kill us of they caught us! Besides, I'm wearing tighty-whitey's underneath", I lied. "Oh, bullshit", Jessica accused. "I know you aren't wearing anything.