I thought my work on those stories would bring joy and meaning to my life, and they did, but it was my own story that affected me most profoundly, the...story that began in one of the last places I would have ever expected. * * * As a kid, it’s astounding where parental character building can take you. I ended up at a tiny horse ranch in some part of central Virginia for an hour each Sunday and every day for a month each summer. Being a small, timid kid, my parents had decided it would be a nifty. “This has been one hell of a beginning to this evening, but we are just getting started,” I say to him. Sliding off the counter I run my hand over his hard cock, and instruct him, “Follow me now.” Finding our way into the bedroom, I push him onto the bed and as we make our way to the top of the bed, I slip his tie off my neck. Taking his one hand, I tie it to the bedpost then I slip his tie off him, take his other hand, and tie it to the other bedpost. “This is a new twist,” he says with a. She seemed to delight in this latest provocation as Bethany kept this latest caressing up until I was crying in soul crushing disappointment as she refused to make me orgasm. She could see the frustration was building to an intolerable level but this just amused her.Eventually she stopped and I thought, “This is it, she’s going to make me cum now.” But I was wrong. Bethany was having too much fun.She bent down and put the head of my tool into her mouth for just a second or two. She had a tiny. And saw myself in the mirror in the hallway. I liked the white one best. I found some red pumps under her bed and luckily she has big feet. because they just fitted perfect. I was walking around inside the house. Went to the living room, where I sat down on the couch feeling all sissy like. I loved every minute of it. I threw my legs up in the air and admired them from my own view. Took one shoe off and began smelling my own nylon foot the own scent from my own feet and her pantyhose was.