"Well I'm glad you rather wear the dress than your boy clothes, because Ireally like wearing your boy pants."I hear Miley say that I rather wear the d...ress than my pants but I'm havingfun proving her wrong about that dresses don't make you play bad kick ball.I just ignore it and play."Well, well, I would not have believed it if I didn't hear it with my twoears." I turn around seeing mom seating on the staircase listening to us."Well Chris since you rather wear girl's dresses instead of your boy. Once i regain a little control, i begin thrusting my cock in you, garsping your legs in my arms, my balls slapping against your ass, i thrust harder trying to get deeper inside of you even though our pubic bones are already bouncing off each other. you start screaming deeper, faster harder and I comply. the head board is banging the wall like a carpenter hammering in a nail, i can feel my cock swelling with excitement, i'm close to cumming, but don't want to let it go just yet. I want to feel. I gently put the ice cock in your mouth and your grab the base and hold in it your mouth, gently sucking the ice dildo, drawing it in and out of your mouth and tasting the drips of liquid as they roll down your tongue. As you suck on the hard icy cock. I remove your clothes, your blouse, your bra, your skirt, your panties and you are naked there on the bed sucking on a piece of ice in the shape of my prick. As you suck the ice dick I strip. I take the long icy dong and take it from your mouth. Johnson, the owner, said he would pay me $7.50 an hour." "Well let me think on it and talk to your mother about it. We'll see..." she said. A few days later, Aunt Ruth was in the kitchen fixing lunch when she called Bailee in to eat. "How is your schoolwork coming along?" Aunt Ruth asked, as she served up lunch. "Fine, I'm almost done. Then I'll get on my chores," Bailee said. "I talked to your mother today, and told her how you are doing. She seems pleased that you are doing better here." "Oh?.