" So can I. Vests and blouses will certainly be needed. I can providethe vests but you'll have to go to M & S for the blouses."Blouses! Blouses are th...ngs girls and er, women wear and I'm a boy.Why would I need to wear a blouse?I asked the question and again, wished I hadn't."It's quite simple, Am. Blouses are made differently to shirts. Theyhave things called darts at the sides which relieve the pressurearound your bust and stop you getting nasty gaps between the buttons;like the ones you have. Ever so slowly, her pussy opened.First the head, then the shaft inside her! Slidingslowly, ever so slowly inside her. Filling her, fillingher until she was filled, and her pussy stretched oh!oh! Just a little more until she held all of him.“Wait,” she breathed. “Don’t move. Please.” She feltthe total satisfaction of the fullness sweep over herand the ecstasy of multiple orgasms wash over her likewaves. An ocean of sensation. She was lost in pleasureand he began to. We got in the pool, not turning on the blue lights, since Mr. Romantic wanted to watch a movie. It was cute when he turned on New Moon, without my suggesting it. I had only seen that movie on our television. So it was sort of spectacular to watch it in a huge, cinematic way while lounging in the swimming pool. When the movie was over, CJ turned on some soft lights and laid our big towels over the poolside recliners. He went to the door of the pool house, while I got out of the pool and started. "I'm so,so sorry, auntie", he whimpered, his plump little hands reaching round tentatively to explore his lumpy, throbbing bottom, black and blue from the finest thrashing it had ever taken. "I promise, it will never happen again. I'll be a good boy from now on. I swear it." "Hmm. No more looking up my skirt? No more peculiar fixation on my lingerie, glancing at them, stealing them and God knows what else? And you'll keep the house a little tidier from now on, too?" "Yes. Definitely. I.