GOD: They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?ST. FRANCIS: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.GOD: They bag it? Why? Is i... a cash crop? Do they sell it?ST. FRANCIS: No, Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.GOD: Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?ST. FRANCIS: Yes, Sir.GOD: These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and. I did masturbate with their nylons and panties (I now wonder what son or brother hasn't), but I never had sex with them, I did however have sex with cousin; the story follows...I haven't always been a crossdresser, when I was very young I remember being fascinated by women's legs in nylon stockings (they still wore stockings in those days). I remember being at a friends house, and his mom used to put her son over her lap and rub his back with a soft brush as a form of reward, it was like a soft. She really was tired, and she was getting a little hungry, too.She dried her hair, then pulled on a pair of bermudas and a "Save the Whales" T-shirt a couple of sizes too large, and set off for the restaurant. She wondered a little if that would be a little underdressed for the restaurant, but realized that at a traveler's motel in this part of the country, it wouldn't really matter a whole lot.The restaurant was nearly empty; a sign at the entrance said, "Please seat yourself." She did, over. When I came into my senses I said are you serious. She started explaining, we were always so close, and I have always seen that desire in your eyes, to which I nodded. She said that she also wanted that from long time but never got the chance.I looked into her eyes with a smile on my face, moved close to her, kissed her cheek and then placed my lips on her lips. She quivered a bit. She closed her eyes. I put my hands on her neck and caressed a bit to make her comfortable. We were kissing gently.