"Why?"I want to know. I don't know why I like it. I don't know why I hate ittoo. This is wrong."Stop!" I yell. "We can't do this," I say. "These are M...om's things. Wecan't... You can't wear them!"Stewart's face falls. He's only part-way to satisfaction. I can see himtenting the girlie panties. The horrible tent that is ruining thesmoothness that is supposed to be there. They aren't for men or boys.They are for women. They are for my mother."Just stop," I repeat."Not your mother's things, eh?". Shelby’s in the kitchen cooking up something for us to snack on. Let’s go say hello and get you a beer.”When they walked in the kitchen, Shelby turned around, saw Kevin, and quickly moved to give him a hug. “How good to see you, Kevin,” she said as she pressed her chest against his.“I was just telling your husband that I only come here to see you,” Kevin said as he pushed Shelby back while holding her shoulders. “You are so beautiful. And look at you wearing a dress. Most of the women I know. > I've had sex with most of my girlfriends. Amanda and I used to experiment every day after school. She would come over and seduce me like the little slut she was. Five minutes later out clothes would be s**ttered across my bedroom and our mouths would be pleasing the most sensitive parts of each other's bodies. It was bliss, but nothing more than two young girls experimenting. > They knew I preferred girls, but I never referred to myself as a 'lesbian'. I don't know why, though. The image of. She started moaning louder. Her moaning sound made me even hotter and began to put my tongue inside her hole. Her eyes are still closed but she holds my hair and pushing my head towards her pussy. Sooner I started to play with her pussy. I started finger fucking and licking and sucking her clitoris at the same time and she started shaking her body and screaming louder.After few min, she had her orgasm. She looked so exhausted and I let her have some time. She opened her eyes and crossed her.