With a wiggle and a twist and bit of help from my hands he squeezed his monstrous helmet into me… and I climaxed! I could hardly believe it and coul... hardly breathe. I steadied my head with my hands and grunted out a lovely, sharp, long-overdue orgasmed. He held still for a bit, like a gentle man – fortunately, as he was big! But soon he started rocking gently, gradually getting more and more of himself into me. His thick, wide helmet was relentless. He lay on top of me, resting on his elbows. ” she said. So, I returned to the backs of her legs, and using both hands, began to massage, gradually moving higher. She spread her legs, and her ass lifted off the table, slightly, elevating her ass into the air. She tugged the towel, slightly, and it pulled up so I could see the bottom of her buttocks and her pubic area, from behind. I said nothing, but continued to massage, slowly moving higher, and kneading first one buttock, then the other. She was breathing heavily, and I knew she was. “And why is that?” he followed up putting his napkin on his lap.“I got asked to go to the Blake Shelton Concert. It’s in two days,” she explained.“And who is the lucky fellow whom I get to interrogate before he takes my pumpkin out to a concert.”“Uh ... that would be me, Dad,” I admitted, to the excited eyes of my sister and the evil eye of my mother.“My goodness, the way you sound about it, I thought it might be a real boyfriend and not just your brother doing his good deed of the. I must admit, it did feel good and thebounce was now gone.Next morning Cathy laid out the bra and girdle so I could not miss themand came in the bedroom to see that I was wearing them. Felt strangewearing a bra, having a shape, but my brain was not accepting it. I feltstrange, thinking I liked the support of the bra and the look. Wow, whatis wrong with me?Cathy researched the disease and said this would not be easy to cure, ifI had that feminizer disease. I am getting nervous, what does this.