Then came a short, billowy redand black petticoat, followed by high heels. Fishnetgloves completed the outfit. She told me there wouldbe three other h...sbands dressed the same and we wouldbe serving drinks.Jane reached under my satin skirt and all the stifflayers of petticoats and stroked my cock through thesatin ruffles. She promised she would make mycooperation well worth my while.On Saturday, I was back in the satin outfit. Jane hadfun dressing me. She put nail polish and makeup on me.She. That made my vagina flow like a river, too.I reciprocated, of course. It was the early '80s and high-cut, loose shorts were the style for boys so I had no problem slipping my hand in there. His thighs were so silky smooth that they felt like a girl's. I loved caressing them.Unfortunately, it was also a time when most boys wore tightie-whities, so I was ultimately no better off than he was. I could rub his soft, warm scrotum through his underwear with my pinky but that was all. Since I was an. Now Stephanie wants to learn everything she can about sex and she has selected me as her teacher. Well, over the next three weeks or so Stephanie’s curiosity about sex was insatiable. She kept quizzing me about what my fantasies were? What did I like most in bed? What did men like women to do for them sexually? What kind of clothes turned me on the most? At first I was reluctant and a bit reserved, feeling she was only 18 and might find my thoughts a bit kinky. Each night however we would. So, it had been a little hard to accept Jason and Duane taking off on a long trip -- well, long in miles, but it would be a quick trip for Jason in terms of days. There was a part of her that knew she'd like to be going along -- but she didn't even raise the question. She could sense this trip was going to be as much for some final father-son bonding as it was going to be for dropping Duane off at the trailhead. She knew she didn't want to get in the middle of that.Still, it was a nice day, and.