" He was doing that! The bells on my titties werejingling with his thrusts.Mary got down and held my head in her hands so I was looking right ather. S...he asked me, "Is this what you chose over your loving wife?" Mymoans were muffled by the tennis ball in my mouth. I wanted to tell herhow deeply I regretted my deviant behavior that day, but was unable tospeak. She said, "You are a pathetic sissy now, wearing a skirt and withshit on your face. You know that I will never kiss you again bitch.". She grabbed the pantyhose and sat down on the chair and slowly pulled them over one foot and then the other before she unrolled the sheer fabric over her calves and over her knees. She stood up and slowly pulled them along her thighs, past her hips and settled them into place around her waist. She caressed the silky fabric as she made sure they were straight and unwrinkled along their entire length. She turned to grab the slip and stepped into it before slowly sliding it up along her legs and. I spent some time wandering around looking for a less-cold place to sleep. I found it in an alley behind a store.The store apparently used some kind of steam heating and there was a grate that released steam that wasn’t recycled. It was the perfect place to lay down on. Yeah, I’d get a little wet, but at least it was warm. With thoughts of where I’d like to go next - the concept of Florida kept coming up in my mind - I put my head down and fell into the fast sleep that seems to quickly become a. That night, during my deep sleeep, I dreamed of sex. A blow job, to be specific.When I woke up sure enough, I had that strange feeling again; and the pee-hole at the front of my boxers was sticky with drying jizz... I strained to remember and yes, I remembered having a sex dream, but... well, I had never had a wet dream before... Maybe I jacked off in my sleeep. This was starting to severely bug me. That weekend, I didn't go out with Jill or Jenna; instead I went out with the guys. We went to a.