””Tell me how much you like wearing this.”“Sir, I like wearing this more than anything else I’ve ever worn, Sir.””I want you to walk ove...r to the mirror. Tell me what you see.” He pointed to a mirror on the wall. The sissy clacked over and stood in front of it, gazing at her image. If there was a trace of maleness left, it was not evident in his reflection.”I see a highly effeminate, sissified, pansy French maid.””Excuse me?”She paused for a moment, then remembered. “Sir, I see, a highly. Billy's fetish (if you will) was that he liked the touch and smell of long clean hair, and when he found someone whose hair smelled crappy, he made helpful suggestions, and his sister's testimony enhanced his credibility.By the age of twelve, Billy already had already chosen his future vocation (to his father's lament).Billy wasn't gay. He didn't have any sexual inklings yet, either way... but he would. Oh, he would.Billy's first inkling: it was eighth grade geography as he remembered it. Mrs.. ”In all honesty, the foaming at the mouth lady in black was making a lot of sense to me and I felt real terrible about humping the more than willing Teresa in the supply closet with her short skirt pushed all the way up to her belly button and her legs wrapped around my waist like we were on our honeymoon in the South Sea Islands.I remembered how tight she was and I knew the mother was probably right because my experience was when girls are that tight, they didn’t know shit from Shine-o-la when. After we recuperated for a few hours, my nephew wanted to walk in the woods to get some air. We were on vacation after all, so it made sense that we should actually take in some of the natural surroundings. After a few minutes of walking down a dirt path, I instantly grabbed him and shoved my tongue down his wanting throat. We could still taste each other’s cum from the last time, even though we had brushed our teeth… We got naked within seconds and I proceeded to unfold my nephew’s.