“Put a third in.” The third finger slipped in easily. My cock was streaming pre-cum and was involuntarily spasming as Aimee finger fucked me. I co...uld feel an orgasm approaching. It was a long way off, but it was definitely on its way. I could tell it was going to be mind-blowing. My whole lower body was filling with pleasure. I could feel it in my cock, my ass and deep in the pit of my stomach. I took Aimee’s thick cock in my hand. I could feel her pulse through it. I began to jerk it, using. It was the closest he ever came to being caught; and he repeated his vownever to touch his mother's or his sister's lingerie again. He did nothowever vow to never wear lingerie again, just not his sister's or hismother's.Mike waited a few weeks to see if his mother was going to bring up hisindiscretion again but she never did. The compulsion to dress in women'sunderwear built up until it became undeniable. Mike was far too scaredto ever dress up at home again; he was terrified of being. She was instantly asleep. Icleared away, locked up for the night, removed my make-up and joined herin bed.I was awoken with a kiss. "Thanks again for a very special evening andthe sleeping pill was superb! I've always dreamed of dropping straightoff to sleep after a climax but that was better than the dream! And Isee you remembered your make-up, too. Well done my special girly boy-toy. And just don't you dare be late tonight!"I grabbed her and kissed and hugged her. I didn't care if I was late. She had bought a magazine, thinking it was like reader's digest. It was short stories of sexual exploits. She had never heard of most of the things in the magazine, but she enjoyed the stories. Dale was very controlling and Ruth had no real friends to talk with. Now the talk was on things from her magazines. She wanted to talk about sex, and to know all about it. "Yes! I love eating a woman out! It's a turn on to me being able to bring an orgasm on. Carol and I talk all the time. Things we'd.