I carefully shifted my body down closer to his crotch, not wanting to wake him. I lifted his penis into my palm. It looked powerful even soft. The hea... was not purple as it had been, but it was still large and exposed. I put my fingers around the shaft and pulled down on the skin, lightly. I felt the ridge on the underside. His penis started to move as it began to stiffen. I ran my finger around the head, fascinated with that particular place. It was the most different from what I was used to.. She should barge in and stop whatever it was they were watching! But Marianne didn't move. She was weak and leaning heavily against the wall listening to their 'oohs' and 'ahhs'. With a start she suddenly realized that the sounds from her son's room had quieted and now she could barely hear anything except for the far away sounds of cheering that must be coming from the television.With practiced patience Marianne turned the knob noiselessly and pushed the door open a sliver. She could see the. The whole of the rest of the meal was an embarrassment. The waiter was treating me like a lady, and I kept blushing. Eventually, we got out of there and went home. Walking back to the car, I was very aware of my hips and the way I was rolling them as I walked, but I couldn't walk any other way. Back in my room, I looked at myself in the mirror, and had to admit that I cut a very feminine shape. I had no bulge at my groin, and my hips were very feminine shaped. With the exercises I had done, my. His only requirements were Windex and Bounty paper towels.His fetish seemed preordained since the day-long ago he uncovered a VHS copy of Michael Powell's "Peeping Tom" lamely hidden behind his dad's massive movie collection. His dad claimed to be a cinephile despite owning every Jim Varney movie ever unleashed on unsuspecting theaters. Still, Tom learned much from him, explaining why he grew up watching French new wave cinema sandwiched between Power Rangers and Pokemon each morning before.