I did masturbate with their nylons and panties (I now wonder what son or brother hasn't), but I never had sex with them, I did however have sex with c...usin; the story follows...I haven't always been a crossdresser, when I was very young I remember being fascinated by women's legs in nylon stockings (they still wore stockings in those days). I remember being at a friends house, and his mom used to put her son over her lap and rub his back with a soft brush as a form of reward, it was like a soft. Main bola, “nahin mujhe masturbate karke maal nikalne mein ichha nahin hai mujhe gaand marwate samay jhadne mein bahot maza ata hai”. Voh bola, “tum yaheen baitho main jaa kar Watchman ko aor paise deta hoon aor ake ghanta stay karne ke lye, mujhe bahot feel horaha hai ke main to maza le lya mager tumko poora maza nahin de saka, mera doosra shot long hota hai tab tak tumhara Lund bhi jhad jaega, aor main yeh bhi dekhna chahta hoon ke tumhara Lund gaand ki chhed mein kaise nahin jata mujhe yeh. She’d barely stopped coming, and now, sitting on him, filled with his rock-hard cock, she felt the emotions inside her begin to reverse course. She was getting turned on again! Then Stacey began to rock his hips, lashing his cock around inside her and Marlene felt herself once more begin to ascend the mountain of pleasure. ‘Oh, Stacey!!!! she burbled, ‘Ohhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhh!!!!!! So…so Goooooodddddd!!!! So Goooooddddd!!!!!’ A buzzer sounded. Stacey stiffened and stopped moving, so did Marlene. She. He had noticed a wine store and left her sitting in the shade with the basket while he went inside. He had emerged with a bottle bag.“We can’t have a picnic without wine,” he had said, kissing her on the cheek as he rejoined her. The kiss sent a tingle through her. He had turned to look up at the sky. “It doesn’t look as though the weather will cooperate,” he had said as if revealing a confidence.“Perhaps we should have the picnic at your hotel,” Nina had smiled.She watched the storm move in.