The magazine in Sue's hand began trembling."Stay away from me," she warned timorously. "I don't want anything more to do with you." Need some pussy," ...e said with a grin."Then get it from your divorcee girlfriend!" Sue shrilled. "I heard you bragging to Doug what a 'hot piece' she is. Get out of my bedroom. Go back to your slut!"He laughed mockingly as he tossed away his shirt, baring to Sue's reluctant gaze his hairy, superbly muscled upper torso. "Why, Suzy Baby, you sound downright jealous.". My hair is a wig, a very real lookingone, but a wig. My breasts are pads inside a bra, and my body has beenpadded expertly inside these clothes that I wear to make me appearfemale. And I dread what my *mother* will want done to my body in thelong term. I wonder what my friends would think if they knew thateverything I say and every move I make is all an act? That I hatetalking about boys and other girly stuff with them and that I long towipe the lipstick from my lips, shed my girl disguise and. By then, I was pummeling my cock with a vengeance, bent on ruining her pantyhose no matter what, dying to soak every thread with a massive wad of thick greasy spunk, purely out of spite. I closed my eyes, instantly reliving the indelible memories that triggered my fetish in the first place. I vividly pictured Mom strolling through the house wearing see-through pantyhose with no skirt on. I could see her returning from work in her black fuck-me pumps, the stale odor of damp, sweaty nylon. ”“Oh God, Pepper! What are you doing?” I cry out, feigning surprise.“Shh sweetie, just enjoy. I know you want this as much as I do.”Without any thought, I push back into her. The feeling of Pepper’s breasts pressing against my back and my butt against her pussy is too much…“OH YES, I’M CUUMMIINNGG!” I scream out, my body convulsing in Pepper’s embrace.After my orgasm subsides, Pepper brings her cum covered finger to my lips and softly coats them with my love juice. She then turns me and kisses.