My girlfriend took my hard cock out of my panties and slowly placed it in her wet pussy. She controlled my movement and I allowed her to do so.“You ...are such a sweet and soft lover. From now on, when I leave for work, I am going to place your sissy clothes on the bed. You want that don’t you?” She asked. “Yes, very much.” I replied. “And when you get home at night, I am going to place different clothes for my sissy boyfriend to wear around the house. You want that too don’t you my panty slut? “. "That's a lie." Huh-uh! George knows a guy it happened to!" George was a tough guy who lived across the street from Jack. He was sixteen or seventeen and out of school. He hadn't graduated, he'd been kicked out repeatedly for fighting and smoking and I didn't know what else. Jack spent time with him sometimes. I didn't like him and avoided his company whenever I could. Those days when Jack wasn't hanging out with me he spent hanging out with George. I didn't understand it then.Jack calmed down. ." I said with a lustful look in my eyes. Not really disappointed, she climbed off, then pet my lump in my pants and said, "poor baby!" Then she went to the side of the couch and started pulling out a huge overstuffed comforter/bedspread. I hadn't noticed how the couch was nearly a foot away from the wall. She still had to have help pulling it out. I wondered how she had gotten it here in the first place, so I asked. "My brother drove me here with it Friday. I finally caught him peaking last. “I can handle myself.”“But you don’t always have to.” I leaned forward, intent on giving her a little kiss. Her frown dissuaded me and I squeezed her shoulders as I straightened to my full height. I rubbed Alex’s hair as I stepped by her. Max was sitting on the arm of my chair.“The cushion’s less hard on your butt,” I told her.“You’ll be sitting there,” she said. I shrugged, and set my kettle on its heating element. I pulled out the hot chocolate packets. One per cup. There were three left. I’d.