“We have leftover pizza, or we could get dressed and grab something,” I replied, smiling at her even as I contemplated forgoing food to feast on h...er body. And, of course, just as I made my decision to feast, the buzzer for my apartment, well, buzzed. I grumbled as I walked over to it, and the talk/listen button. “Yes?”“Hello. My name is Jack, I’m with the IKEA delivery crew. We’re ahead of schedule and tried to call, but I think your phone is off,” I heard over the amazingly clear line. I. Losing what little dignity remained to him, he resigned himself to tears, blubbering incoherently. I continued to slap his hot buttocks as hard as I could. The genuine tears (There was no question of his faking!) and uncontrolled cries excited me to new heights and I spanked him harder and faster than ever. His bouncing provided me just enough time between blows to clench my thighs, pressuring my sensitized clit. “Ah, you’ll do your homework after this!” I managed to gasp as an orgasm coursed. "George definitely did not expected that answer and another questionappeared on his head. "Is the underwear yours?" No, it's of my sister. I have only worn her clothes, although I wouldlove to wear, for example, the dress Jessica wore in Amanda's party."George blushed at this confession and then asked, "And does your sisterknows you wear her clothes?" Yeah, she knows. Actually she was the one who encouraged me to wear thebra last week, and she helped me and bought me some panties, becausethat's. " I stated, making the period after the word pretty obvious. (or so I thought) "Yeah", she paused again, "yeah, I....(now she started to lightly rub my neck) I always thought I might like to fuck a guy." Again, I turned and looked her in the eye. "So try that out on what's his name." "Naah" she said dreamily, (and started to knead my shoulders with both hands this time, using her thumbs to knead my neck.) "Boy that feels good" I sighed. "Really?" she asked in a little girl's voice. "Would it?".