Daf?r war mein Kleiderschrank voll.Das brachte mich auf das n?chste Problem: W?rde ich mir neue Sachenselbst kaufen m?ssen? Wenigstens ein paar Hosen ...br?uchte ich.Unterw?sche konnte notfalls warten. Ich f?rchtete, der Besuch im Salonw?rde teuer werden. Dann hatte ich kein Geld daf?r, und Unterw?sche sahsowieso niemand.Au?er beim Sport. Oha. Mit meinen Br?sten ging das unm?glich. In demd?nnen Trikot w?ren sie f?r jeden deutlich zu sehen. Das ging auf keinenFall. Wie konnte ich das vermeiden?Aber. "My god" I thought, this is one of the best fucking blow jobs I have ever had. She was sucking and slurping with trying to make me blow my load, but I was not gonna do that, at least not yet and not sitting up. Very rarely can I cum sitting up. But I didn't tell her that. Before I knew it we were in town and I had to button up. I quickly went in and got my smokes and hurried to the truck, I wasn't done with her.So the trip back to her house began.As soon as we were out of town she had her pants. "He grabbed me by the arm and led me to the shower. I stepped in and hetossed me some soap. I started to wash my new body. It was a very oddexperience. When I washed the breasts, it almost felt like they were a partof me. And since I couldn't resist, I reached down into my new pubic areaand felt the pocket that Carly had referred to. I got my whole finger upthere. And the way the pocket was situated (right up against my sheathedpenis) it caused some real stimulation for me. It also. Behind me, I heard Bobby’s breathing deepen. I opened my legs just enough so Bobby could tell my panties matched my black garter belt. I loved giving the boys just that glimpse before punishment. Wetness developed between my legs. “Come here for your spanking, Bobby.” Staring at my pantied crotch, the apprehensive boy took the a few strides to stand by my exposed legs. I looked frankly at his cockhead. The slightly bluish tip was tight with the tension of his erection. Miserably, the boy.