"Are you up yet, sweetheart?" came a cheery woman's voice. "You don'twant to be late for your first day of school, do you?"Sweetheart?First day of sc...ool?Something really weird was going on."Mom? Is that you?" Of course, it's me, dear. Do you want me to come in and help youpick out your clothes and get dressed?" No. That's okay, I'll do it myself." came his confused reply."Okay, honey. But you need to hurry up and get dressed, breakfast isalmost ready. And after you finish eating, your. My high heels, skinny legs and flowing soft dress. My pert breasts playfully resisting being curtained by my dress. Popping out when I give little mercy. My hair swished to one side to keep it out of my face as I stare down at his hungry arse.He a bull of a man. Submissive to my feminine ways. The indignity of wearing just formal shoes no trousers and a cage swinging between his legs. His suit jacket and shirt on top ready to get changed and look normal at any moment in this hot quick naughty. She was much too young to smoke, and Tyson, being an athlete, really didn't approve.But she was nervous.It was her first trans-Atlantic flight tomorrow."I'll miss you, sweetheart," she said, toying with a thick tendril of his chestnut hair. "I'm really glad you could spend this last night with me."It wasn't a problem since Tyson's father owned a rather large chemical plant in New Jersey and he had his own car and the money necessary to keep it filled with gasoline. "Do you really have to go?" I. I have no girlfriend because I'm usually too shy to talk to girls and none of my hobbies lead to interaction with them anyway.I've finally decided to go to the Summer Music Festival, it's on the other side of the earth and none of my friends want to go, past years that held me back. But not this year, this year I've decided "screw it I'll just go alone, I'll meet new friends there". So I buy a plane ticket online. On the day of I go to the airport, check in my baggage with my tent and all my.