. they were big beautiful hangers, the size and shape of my fantasy woman!When she dropped her panties to reveal a furry patch just like in the vintag... videos I’d jacked off to many times, she was smiling wickedly. My shorts were bulging and she watched with amusement.Then the clincher, “I’ve been practicing with your son how to fuck just like her and I want to demonstrate my new skills.” As she took my hand to break my paralysis and headed towards my bedroom, I glanced over at my son.He was. My heart leapt into my throat. “You can’t blame yourself for that.” “Oh yes I can,” he said. I darted in front of him. “Well you shouldn’t.” The moonlight fell on his face in such a way that his eyes were in shadow, and all I could see were two tiny white reflections. “Let me go,” he said, stepping round me. I turned and watched his back as he walked away down the path. “Where are you going?” “I don’t want to go on like this.” I hurried after him and grabbed his arm. “No! Don’t.” “Why not?”. Since this educational endeavor was to take place under the very roof where we sat, I would not be abandoning Ginny, my cohorts in the Legion of the Doomed, my just freshly moved Grandparents or anyone else, except perhaps the adequate-for-most-folks staff of Bret Harte High School.The wrinkle in this plan was the astonishing admission by Mrs. Parson that she had considered exactly the same sort of thing for Ginny, but that she didn't feel up to doing something like that on her own and so had. But nothing really seemed to excite both of us. That is until one night when everything changed for the better. I've always had a panty fetish and liked to crossdress in secret. My wife knows about my hobby and tries to be helpful. Things like picking out my outfits, taking me shopping with her. I'm lucky that we both wear nearly the same size so no one suspects anything most of the time. Shoe shopping however presents its own challenges since she has tiny feet and I do not. Fortunately.
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