Ican't help it. Sooner or later I just know Sandra will find a boy forme and I can't stop it. Every time she made a threat to get mycompliance it woul... end up happening rather I complied or not. Themascara was a threat to get my nails done. I was a good boy and now Ihave the pretty face of a girl. I now know that I can not trustanything my sisters say unless it is something I will hate. Before Istart to cry Sandra gently takes my hand and leads me outside and takesme around the corner.She says,. She leaned her head back in pleasure with this new sensation, and I felt her body react further as she rocked her dampening crotch against my stiff shaft. "You're asking for it, Abby" I said in a low voice as I quickly lifted and turned her onto her back below me. Leaning over her, we made brief eye contact. Her blonde hair was now draped all across the blanket, and her blue eyes had yearning look to them. I could tell by her now heavy breathing that she was ready, and I was going to tease her. He started pulling them down very slowly. Slowly over my lovely ass, down to my thighs, past my knees and finally he removed them completely and put them in his pocket. I was now naked and wet - just waiting for the tongue to recommence its activities.My juicy wet cunt now welcomed his tongue again and I felt him begin to caress all the way from my asshole to my clit with his long tongue. After a while I felt him move one of his hands. He obviously reached into his pocket and removed what. I began to think of how much I would like to disrobe Santa’s helper, one piece of clothing at a time. I went to my bedroom and got one of my silk robes for her to put on. I wanted to wake hubby but decided, she’s mine, he can hear about it later.“I hope you like blue; it matches your blonde hair and blue eyes.”Nicky smiled, and began undressing right in front of me. When she unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra, her long blonde hair cascaded down in ringlets across her shoulder. Her large.