I knew that she would want something from him. ‘Sam, I’m not getting it together. All this queen shit is taking up too much time.’ ‘Is that a ...int you would like me to help you?’ ‘Sam, that’s why I like you, you are so smart.’ ‘Sure, Britney. What do you want me to do?’ ‘Could you write an essay for me? Please?’ ‘You have to be kidding. Britney, I have a scholarship to Harvard. You want me to jeopardize that so you can spend more time being queen?’ I was thinking that this could be the. When I was very young I satisfied that urge whenever Ivisited my Great Aunt Gen. Her girls were grown and out of the house bythe time I was old enough to have known them, but Aunt Gen, God blessher soul, was a pack rat that never threw anything away. Most items weresent to the loft out in the barn but her girls' clothes were stored inthe attic. I had available to me an entire lifetime of girl's clothes.As a result borrowing clothes was never a problem for me. As long as Iwas quiet no one paid. They commented in the rude way they have about how nice my legs looked but I ignored them and went to sort out the washing I had just taken out of the washer in the kitchen.They followed me into the kitchen and watched me, I asked them if they wanted to sit in the front room and wait for my son there, at which point they told me my son wasn't coming, I didn't understand at first but I saw one of them un-do his belt. I didnt know what he was doing but he said 'lets see those tits you dirty slag'. She went fucking crazy and screamed out fuck yes do it again, I repeated it until after a few minutes of that she pushed me away and said to stop that it was too sensitive to touch. So I sat stroking my cock and watched as her holes clenched and relaxed until at last she finished cuming. I stood up and removed my shorts then lowered myself onto her pressing her down on the bench. My cock was rocock hard and I did not hesitate as I shoved it into her wet pussy without care. I wanted to fuck.