Bobby headed to his house; he noticed his mom wasn't home yet. Once insidehe ran up the stairs to his room to see what the girls had packed for him.He...smiled. They had put the "little black dress" in the bag with sheerblack nylons, a garter belt, black bikini panties, a wispy black bra thathe didn't remember getting, breast forms, three inch black pumps and abeautiful black choker that he knew he hadn't bought. Bobby carefullycarried the dress into his sister's room and hung it up among her. His tight ball sac and semi erect penis pushing his underwear up was making me horny and I forgot the whole world and started seeing him. I could see his every part clearly and he was facing me. He started his bath and the water was running through his hair over his chest, nipples, navel and wetting the underwear and falling down. The wet underwear was clinging his body and show casing his prized possessions. He soaped his chest and put his hand inside his underwear to soap his penis and balls.. “What is it that I want?” I asked her.“For me to love the way you fuck me. For me to get addicted to your cock and need you to fuck me every day. For me to really want it to be you fucking me, not just any old dick. For me to go out of my mind with pleasure and cum so good and so hard I can’t help myself, and fall in love with you. For me to need you every day and beg to live with you and take care of you. Of course, my mom’s the real professional mercenary bitch. You’ll probably have to buy me. With his other hand he took one of mine and guided it to his crotch where I felt a very hot and thick cock already hard and exposed. Our eyes met and he smiled again as he masturbated me in this train carriage packed with commuters. I cupped his balls in my hand and am sure I heard a little gasp escape his lips. We just looked into each others eyes. I had a strong urge to kiss him which is something I had never even thought about before now. Kissing a guy was not my thing.My cock was beginning.