Could it be you have someother intimates in there?"I was caught. I unzipped the bag and right away Mother noticed thevariety of colors and delicate ma...erials starting to work their way outof the bag. Just under the new panties I had a pink 6 layered tutu.Mother just reached right over and pulled that out of the bag first. Istarted to dump the rest of the lingerie and girl's clothing onto my bed."Oh, James. You don't want to stuff your pretty lingerie in a book bag.It'll get all wrinkled. A girl. I do as told but am so red with embarrassment. I never envisioned anyone ever seeing my secret toys, and all spread out now, it does seem like I have a large supply. But that was mostly because several did not live up to the potential I was looking for. While I move on to a better toy, I have yet to find a way to discreetly get rid of the less than satisfactory ones. Like the butt beads I had bought as a whim, and only have tried a few times. There was nothing too outlandish, except...Oh shit,. Perhaps it was the fact that I was now a rather attractive female, ormaybe the salespeople in Sweden just have a better work ethic than thoseback home do.I did however get an undercurrent of distrust in many stores, almost as ifmy apparent age made me less of a person. It was weird, as if thesalespeople were torn between the desire to keep a girl that looked likeme in the store, and the fact I looked like I didn't have much money andwas dressed in less than revealing clothing, being unwilling. It gushed out and I was sucking, drinking, and swallowing all I could. We both were loving it. As I got down to some serious pussy eating, my finger slid over her wet asshole. She changed her moaning an octave higher. She had stopped dripping more beer, so I spit a big gob on her asshole and my finger slide right in. I heard an ‘oh’, and her ass clamped down on my one little finger. I stopped moving my middle finger, and I sucked more on her engorged clit and her ass relaxed just a little. As.