From the earliest age he had been fascinated by the sheen of nylons on long legs, the swish of stockings rubbing together and the gentle rustle of sat...n slips, the flick of a hem against a thigh, the soft caress of a satin blouse, the click of high heels on a hard floor, and the taste, texture and smell of cosmetics.Mike was not sexually aroused by women's clothing; he just felt completely happy and secure when he dressed as a woman. He had researched the phenomenon and had discovered that the. I remembered that his dad always visited pals on Thursdays, to play cards. He related their meeting as follows; His mom told him that he had always been her happiest child. Up until his marriage, Paulo was the madcap of the family, and joy always surrounded him. Shortly after marrying, however, he had become withdrawn and miserable.His melancholy persisted up until a few months ago, when the old Paulo cheerful returned, around the time that he met me. According to her, it was like a light had. They look fake, but looks can be deceiving. I won't like to feel them, though, whether I knew they were real or not. Either way, they'd get my dick hard,' I thought, checking out those mystery bundles."Ralph, are you staring at my breasts?" What, no," I answered, swiftly angling my head back. "I wasn't, I'm just eating your delicious spaghetti, that's all," I mentioned, eating it with my head down."Dude, come on, that's your step-mom, don't be a perv," he branded me, hitting my arm somewhat. As Adam looked through the messages, a final text came in.“I left them on the door. You don’t get to come in until I want you to, and you better be hard and ready!”Adam’s grin grew wide as he jumped out of his chair and raced up the stairs. He loved it when his wife would draw out his pleasure like this, and it looked like another fun night was ready to begin. He always made sure to pay it back, with interest, especially when Mary had creative ideas like this.As he got up to the bedroom door,.