The three of us went to Eddie’s house after school. This time he promised us his father wouldn’t come home and interrupt us. We were feeling chatt...y and relieved that all the studying was over at last, and Eddie said he wanted to do something to “decompress.” He uses such big words, but I knew what he meant. He wanted to play dress-up.We went up to his room, and he showed us the growing collection of girls’ clothes he was hiding in his bottom dresser drawer. Not just a skirts or blouses, either.. It didn't start like that. It started as a discussion of art. I can't deny I was attracted to him. I was. All I can say is I told him things that I would take back if I could. The only comfort I received was physical. I always left with the world still weighing on me. I want you to be the one I go to. For that brief time you were. For that short period, when you took care of the kids, and you were carrying me, I was happier than a woman with my mistakes has a right to be," Dana said.Ray looked. If you asked most of our neighbors, they would probably describe her as being very strait laced, uptight or standoffish. She is, after all, on several village committees and does work for several local charities. All that changed one June Saturday evening.Bob was a neighbor. He was single, a farmer in his early thirties who lived on the family farm with his older brother, his sister in law and his aged mother. We first met a couple of years earlier, when he did some excavation work in the. My totally bound cock popped out andmy balls finally got some relief. "Oh my, I like that, bet it's just a bituncomfortable." She enjoyed stroking me a bit and the obvious discomfort theswelling of my already tender cock got from further straining the tight lacecage. "And the key is for ... looking at my wrists she smiles " And you can'treach it, oh poor dear" Her touches continued to excite me and she enjoyedtormenting me for a few moments. "We've got to hurry, your limo driver.