I sure you'll have plenty to say.”She moved towards her bedroom door, groping for the knob. “No,” he stated. “No, we're not done here.” He m...oved his body in front of the door, blocking the way as she blindly grabbed. That was when she felt it. It was thick, and heavy, and stretched the thin fabric of his jogging bottoms. And it was hard. Hard like a steel pipe. And her hand had unknowingly grabbed it. Expecting a door handle, she had wrapped her fingers around it, and now felt it firmly rest in. I forced my hips up, making love to her soft hot mouth. After a few minutes she started to quicken her pace on my hot rod. She looked up at me with those blue bedroom eyes then removed her hand to take the cock all the way back to her throat, I could feel her muscles as she swallowed and sucked leaving it there for a few seconds. She started to come back up my rod dragging across her tongue under the base of it and flicking the tip of it as she reached the head. She went back to it with her. It was either wear it or don't, and if he didn't wear ithe'd be walking around showing off his bra for all and sundry. Thethought of removing the lingerie wand walking out bare-chested neveroccurred to him. He might as well be naked as expose his breasts!Chest.Whatever.Over the next few days every shirt he wore to school was changed. Women's tees and blouses were all he'd ever find in his locker. Thenhis jeans changed, becoming a short denim skirt. He thought he lookedgood in it, actually,. I can't even work up a mild dislike for you." Thank you." No, silly. I mean it's just not possible. If you did anything that might offend me I would know exactly why and how you felt about it. I would understand completely, and then I would feel the same way, so it's not possible for me to be mad at you for any reason." You just thought of this?" You know it," she said with a grin. I knew she was about to yank my chain."Yes, I do. This is why we don't talk much. I know you know what I'm.