? She haddecided the way to keep him from gaining weight was to make sure hisclothes would not fit if he "got fat" as she used to say.? He lookedthrou...h her closet and bureau and found a large sweater that he figuredwas as good as he could get.? The only problem was that it was a paleyellow that he only associated as female coloring.? He put on some jeansand his boots, and covered up with his jacket.? Again, the jacketemphasized the breasts, so he swapped for a down coat he had seen thenight. That means that there’s usually no room for me in the homeless shelters. There are two types of shelters. The juvenile homes that cater to teenagers and runaways have not only no room for me, but they can’t even house me in an emergency because their funding is specifically designed for kids. The regular homeless shelters won’t take me because number one, I’m a woman, and with the overwhelming majority of the homeless being men, they don’t want the problems. They usually suggest that I go to a. Well it didn't take long to agree and we started to walk to his place. While we were walking, he told me how much he loved the feel and taste of my cock and he wanted more. I assured him there was plenty more of the same and when we got up to his place, we proceeded directly into his bedroom. I remember the great view outside his window and then he asked me if I would wear something for him and he held out a pair of black fish net stockings and a pair of silk bikini panties. I had never tried. Colin took the steps towards his room two at a time. He dropped his backpack on the hallway floor outside the door before entering to the sight of his step-mother. She was sitting in his swiveling desk chair wearing a pair of black panties, a lacy black bra, and sheer stockings that rose to mid-thigh. “Holy shit,” Colin breathed at the vision of her gloriously sexy body.She smiled, one leg crossed over the other, “I’ve been waiting for you.”“Wow,” Colin stared, frozen in place just inside his.