She was the start of the parade of women that would walk down my street every night. She drove an old shitbox of a car that she let warm up for severa...l minutes before leaving. I like to think that she was just doing that as an excuse to watch me. This night I was waiting for her as she approached. As usual, I was already hard, stroking slowly until she came into view. The vibrations I felt through my ass went throughout my entire body. I knew I was going to cum hard. I didnt want to stroke to. Xavier didn't want anything to do with it but then Adrianna would do something to ignite his temper and they'd be back to the battlefield again.Nothing big happened until a couple weeks after the original incident. A long day of manual labor was ending; the sun was setting and a few of the guys got some beers together. Xavier managed to snag one and took a seat on the grass. There was a soft breeze this evening, which, combined with the beer, put him right to sleep.It only felt like a minute. "Here, they handed me this to give to you after your latest visit. It's to help with your wedding night. It will help alleviate some of those 'jitters'." She giggled. The title read: The Sissy Bride: What to Expect on Your Wedding Night in Ten Easy StepsI took the brochure and put it on the vanity in front of me. Mother had finished fixing my makeup, and kissed me on the cheek."Read up. It may help."I just pouted at her. "Oh, and before I forget, Kaitlin said she could make it today." What!" I. He didn’t like having his feet touched. He didn’t like it when the second toe was longer than the big toe. To him, feet were like naked bodies and summer was like being surrounded by scampering naked women.Throughout these intimate conversations I felt my sense of duty turn to genuine curiosity, my feeling of flattery to empathy, and eventually (along with the realization of how smart and sweet and funny he was) affection. I realized that I very very much wanted to have sex with this boy. So.