Slipping into my mothers bedroom with the idea of taking a pr of her pants to wear I came across her suspender belt and black stockings plus a pr of r...ed very shiny knee boots she had worn for a 60s night out with the girls, slipping this into a bag I trotted off next door. Mr Tremain seemed glad to see me and led me straight to his bedroom, opening his wardrobe I got the surprise of my life as there must have been about twenty ladies macs from see throw to black leather, he just said pick. I took a deep breath as I moved up to her, guiding my dick into her freshly fucked hole. Nok kept her eyes fixed on me as I pushed into her with ease. I looked at her and whispered, ready for more cum? She nodded, moaning, yes give it all to me. I almost chuckled at her innocent response, her pussy extremely wet and hot from her juices, and Isamu jizz. I held her hips in place as I slowly began to withdraw, looking down at my dick. It glistened with her and her fathers mixed fluids, Isamus. He cried, “I can’t take it anymore” and he came all over my face and chest. His cum dripped down my chin and flowed towards my nipples.Raja kneeled down and started licking his cum from my chin. He worked his way to my nipples, where he sucked on it and he slurped on his cum like it were milk from my nipples. He noticed my erect cock and asked, “Ready already?”.I looked at him with a sort of uncontrollable sense of lust. “Lay down on this cot facing down”, I ordered, as I got up from the cot.. There was possibly no such point of no return. From that first time it sheathes a pair of stockings or pantyhose up its legs, feels the tight embrace around its chest, or the soft satin of some girlie panties on its hips, and wallows in the girlie sensuality, thoughts and feelings of the experience, it is gripped by a force inside it, from which it will never escape.It spends its life rationalizing, denying, lying (to itself as well as others) because it cannot accept the truth about itself -.