‘All the way!’ the boy demanded.Irene hesitated once more, but then she pulled it up all the way.She was wearing simple white cotton pants in plai...n girl’s style. Nothing sexy at all. But for the boy this was highly arousing. He could hardly keep from getting to her, but he wanted to go the last step to dominate Irene.‘Tear down your panties!’ he demanded.Irene froze. This was so .. , so .., she couldn’t name it.She felt degraded. And from all her education she knew for sure, that this was. I then produced a frilly black bustiere, and concealed my upper body into it, enjoying how it pinched and squeezed my manly proportions. I pulled up a pair of flimsy black nylon knickers over my genitals, barely managing to conceal my testicles, let alone my now fully engorged member! Finally, I slipped on the three inch red stilettoes, and stood before the mirror, enjoying the look of the lingerie on my body. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that there were several shades of lipstick. I am a 33-year-old decent looking married guy settled in Pune. I am basically from Ahmedabad and had an arranged marriage some 5 years back.It was in those 3-4 days I met my wife’s cousin m. She was married around 37 years of age, a bit chubby of-course but her features were something out of the world. Her big round eyes, free-flowing hair, fair smooth skin tone & smile you would kill someone for. I had an instant feeling for her and just wanted to be as close to her as possible. She was. “You have been sulking around here since Jake dumped you, and I’m getting freaking sick of it. We’re going out tonight, and you’re going to enjoy yourself if it fucking kills me.” I opened my mouth to argue, but she shut me up with a snap of her fingers. “Don’t you dare make any excuses. You’ll wear my clothes. You are doing this, Taylor.” “Harlee,” I whined. “I don’t know if I can. I haven’t been to a club in months. I don’t even know if I can dance anymore.” “This coming from you?” Harlee.