He was acop. This didn't happen to cops. He could feel the long object pushingdeeper and deeper, until finally, with a wet plopping sound, it passedin...ide him.He had never felt so degraded in his life. It was bad enough to havethis sort of thing happen to him, but to have it happen at the hands ofa slip of a girl was almost more than he could abide. He had never beenmarried and for him girls had always been objects of pleasure anddesire. They were just somewhere to stick his dick when he. I lived in a house with my mother and my aunt. It was just the three of us, my elder brother was living in another city. My father had passed away when I was much younger and my aunt who had got recently divorced had come to live with us.It was a big house with a big pool outside and three rooms. We each had our own room and privacy, which was naturally very important to me.My mother Anne (not her real name) was 46 and my aunt Rachel (again not her real name), her older sister, was 48 at this. "Tammy everyday you will be attending sissy girl school to learn aboutwomen's studies and other things important for a sissy to learn. This isthe outfit you will wear every day for school and only for school. Isthat clear Tammy?" Yes Ms. Brenda, it is clear, I will wear this outfit for sissy schooland only for sissy school." Very good my dear, now strut around the room a few times and do somesits crossing your legs so we can all get a good idea of what you willlook like in it."As Tammy strutted. .. yes." Leslie, I want you to strip right now. Take every stitch off." I don't know where this side of me was coming from, for I was making it up as I went along. I turned to Maggie while Leslie was undressing and gave her a lewd, lascivious grin. She returned it and tendered her come flaked fingers to my mouth. I took them in a sucked them for a moment, then handed them back to her and picked up the phone again."Are you nude?" I... I am." Are you touching yourself?'"No. Do you want me.