I whistled them in and was giving them my usual pep talk when I noticed that their eyes were distracted. This was not a particularly unusual occurrenc...e- their eyes always seemed to be focused somewhere else. This time, however, they were all distracted to the same place, somewhere behind me. I glanced around and I lost my train of thought. A tall, slender girl was crossing the grassy field towards me. Her long tan legs descended from a pair of tight blue shorts and carried her with a gliding. At the turn of the century it had been a whore house untie a patron came inside with a tommy gun and killed the Madame, a few girls and a couple johns. The first time the relator had shown it to Mr. Jameson she had felt weird in the house. she new that their wasn't any such thing as ghosts but maybe it was just her mind fucking with her, or it was because he kept checking her out. Despite her best efforts he insisted in moving his family in. she tried to suggest flipping the property so that. "Yes, I do know that, Jimmy. You do need to spank me now."Kathy's short uniform skirt did not cover very much once she was across my lap. I just needed to lift it a few inches to reveal her red uniform panties. I patted her bottom on top of this garment and told her that I was surprised she had them on."I know," Kathy replied, "But when you pull them down, you will see that I am not wearing any of my own panties underneath." I inserted my index fingers into the red garment and took them down. She's seen me in full faggot mode before, looking at gay porn. Embarrassed and thrilled, I can't resist it. I asked her permission to watch a slideshow of big fat cocks, she said yes and I fell asleep wearing panties looking at magnificent cocks.I fucking love her. Wish I could say I love fucking her, but I unfortunately can't. I hope someone else can. I'm only able to say I fucking love her, which I do, immensely And I love wearing her clothes. Just like I love looking at cock. But where's the.