.." Mom pursed her lips and she and dad shared a look, but I'd grown used to their concerns a long time ago. I wasn't gonna change.Sometimes it seemed...like they just expected me to wake up one day and be a full-fledged, red-blooded American boy. I'd get a haircut, wear boy clothes, and find a girlfriend to try and knock up. Heck, maybe I'd even grow a mustache and join the football team. Right! I'd started wearing Steph's clothes when I'd been six years old. By the time I turned ten, I dressed. The soft cloth pulls up into the wet slit of your pussy. Your puffy lips pressing out against the cloth make two separated oblong mounds as the seam of your shorts pull tightly between them. You alternately pull up hard on one side, then the other, forcing the seam to move back and forth across your throbbing clit and exposing first one, then the other, soft, hair covered, puffy outer pussy lip. You are getting more excited by the second; your pussy is dripping wet now and your juices are. Finally, they arrived home. The five of them hung out for a few hours and talked and shared a bottle of wine. Aaron didn’t dare ask about sl**ping arrangements – he was pretty sure that it would cause some sort of conflict. When it came time to go to bed, his father approached him when they were alone. ‘Hey, Aaron, since we didn’t think you would be back here we gave your room to Kristy and Stephen is sl**ping in the guest bedroom. We can figure out a different situation later, and we’ll. "Not very long guys, maybe a couple of months. It started when I was doing my mom's laundry and found some of her panties. I sneaked them into my room and put them on, I became excited and had an orgasm while I was wearing them. I thought it was a dirty thing to do, and I felt ashamed. I couldn't stop and I kept doing it. I got bolder each time I found myself alone." Tonight I was going to try my mom's dildo to see if I would like it. I still like girls, I think, but I want to see what it was.