”What the hell, Whenever I want to surprise her what I get is a shock. I told her that I will leave as I do not wish to spoil her carpet and drawing... room with my wet jeans which are unlikely to dry.“Come on, it’s pouring down. You will catch a cold, Don’t worry about drawing room getting dirty. It’s ok, Come, “She almost pulled me in. I was uncertain how to dry my clothes but she insisted that I must stay back for a while till the rain stops. She gave me shorts and asked me to get rid of my. "I've been waiting a long time for us to be together," Millie said. "I've had all kinds of dreams and -- fantasies about it. I guess I was just really ready." I've -- never seen anything like it," I admitted.She reached over and placed her hand on my crotch, quickly finding and wrapping her fingers around my still-rampant erection, still tightly trapped in denim. "Poor baby!" Millie said. "He wants to get out of there!"My mind was racing. Plenty of hormones churning through my bloodstream, and. .. What was I talking about?! Oh no,it was all seeping in to my reality bit by bit.It was strange sharing the table with these people so much younger thanme that I knew were now my flesh and blood. They were loud and fussyand spilled milk from their cereal all over the table, which stood indirect opposition to the quiet breakfasts my parents and I had sharedall my life. It occurred to me, seeing us all in our Catholic schooluniforms, that there was probably a little bit of religion in. ..." He wined. "I'll do anythingyou want only don't do that! PLease!" He begged. Marta snickered. "Anything James?" she asked. WIthout thinkinghe promised her that he would do anything a second time. "Hmm.Lets see. Well, since your a sissy from now on you'll wear girlspanties all the time!" She said gleefully. He caught his breath. "I can't do that!" He protested. "Whatif somebody finds out?" He asked in a worried voice. Martashrugged and started for the wooden stairs. "Well I gave you a.