I feel so alive when i am near you my skin is on fire, my nipples are hard and i am starting to get wet... knowing what i am planning to do to you....... makes me so excited that i move my hand further up ur thigh than before hitting ur cock and i go back down ur leg..then back up..and u grab my hand and place it on u and smile still with ur eyes closed. I take this as a sign to begin to do what i want... i rub u and grab u and massage u through ur pants as i adjust myself so i am on my knees. " Are you serious about this?" Mr. Mathias asked."I guess." OK, then, that's what I thought."Corey was awaiting Mr. Mathias to launch into a tirade of righteousindignation, stating what a shameful thing it was for a boy to dress as agirl. Instead, Mr. Mathias got up from his desk and walked behind afolding screen, returning with a white frilly dress on a hanger."Do you know what this is, Corey?" Ah... yes. It's a ballet dress. I think they call it a tutu." How do you think you'd look in. "Thanks slut." I got into the shower and washed the goat smell out as best as I could. It still lingered though. Josh wasn't helping, he got into the shower with me and kept rubbing my cunt and squeezing my boobs. By the end of the shower, I had more cum in my butt from him. Needless to say, I was very sad to see him go (sarcasm). As my parents left to take him to the bus station, I was left to watch the farm. Then I caught sight of Bob, our big hog. He, the horses, and the donkey were the only. One my widowed mother Anupama and the other, my dearest friend Suri.After losing her husband ( my dad) at the age of 34 years, my mom Anupama focussed her life in bringing up two of her children, one me and another my younger brother. I learnt everything about sex from Suri, when I was 18 years and he was 21. We both ogled women, especially friends’ moms and masturbated in complete fantasy. He slowly persuaded me to appreciate my own mother’s physical features, without guilt.Anupama, 46 years.