She had all the time and all the cocks she would need for fulfillment now, and she was in no rush to tire herself out at the very beginning of what pr...omised to be a long, lustful evening. A moment later, the Story boy clawed convulsively at her buttocks and his mouth fell open over her passion-twisted face. Torrents of hot white cream spilled from the jerking head of his cock-tube, surging into the depths of her body. The bursting hot liquid set off her own unplanned-for climax, and she sighed. I started to hang them back up when I noticed something was spilled on the front of them. I couldn’t figure out what it was, but it was a liquid that was not completely dry and seemed sticky. ‘Annie, did you wear the leather trousers today? I think you spilled something on them,’ I shouted down the stairs, adding, ‘I thought you were going to wait to wear them until we went out together?’ She shouted back, angrily: ‘I’ll do what I damn please. I’ll wear what I want whenever I want. What are. All of the dishes had been done, floors swept and vacuumed, bathrooms cleaned, and he had poured Her a glass of wine, her favorite.he heard her car pull up the driveway, her heels click in the walkway, the door opening to his beautiful Goddess. She was dressed in knee high black leather boots,black nylons under them, a tight skirt and white blouse. he was on his knees wearing only the panties She allowed him to wear when performing the household tasks."Hello my little sissyboi" Hello Mommy, how. "I'm such a girl."His own joke cheered him up a little, and he put on the overshirt andshoes, completing the disguise.Gathering his composure, Jack opened the makeup kit, and realized he hadno idea how to use it."Errr...Wha?"He saw all kind of odd tools. One he immediately recognized as lipstick,but others like odd brushes and vials he hadn't the slightest clue how touse.'I guess it's best that I don't use it anyway,' thought Jack. A plaingirl would get much less attention.Unconsciously, he put.