I led her into an aisle with shelves of underwear on display. We had the area to ourselves. I took Carol by the shoulders and brought her face close t... mine, then told her, "Nasty little girls who wet themselves aren't allowed to wear grown-up panties. They have to wear little-girl panties." Then I turned her around to face the shelves and gave her a shove.Being as petite as she was she had no trouble finding her size, and with my help picked out a dozen pairs of cotton panties with various. I would tug away at my diminutive prick and eventually have a dry climax. I knew that I liked what I was doing and the sensation at the climax was brilliant. The prevalent atmosphere at home decided me to keep very quiet about my illicit pleasures.Around about a year later a man the family referred to as "uncle Pete", although in reality he was no relation, came into my life. Uncle Pete was pretty good fun and generous! It was him that introduced me to train spotting which was to become a. It took them a little longer on this night, Maureen had dressed him. Still the barbs did eventually start to fly. One guy hit it off, ‘Hey Cal, you going to give Maureen another lesson in pool?’ There was some soft laughter, followed by some more silly banter about who was the best player. Another guy hit him on his hair. One gave him a light verbal tap about his shoes, how new and probably uncomfortable they looked. Still another asked if his mother was dressing him. That didn’t fly so well.. Something around my neck! Felt like cloth and immediately realized it was a collar! What the fuck! And a leash attached to it too! What have I gotten myself into. I turn to David and see him still sleeping on the end of the couch. The other two men must have seen me getting ready to speak and a quick "Shhh" came from both of them.I am turned around facing them. Nick stands up while placing a foot on my leash. I close my eyes and wanting to pulla sheet over my head. A zipper unzipped.