These pants were in no way pretty; post-birth functional; white, mesh/waffly textured and HUMUNGOUS. One night John takes his girlfriend home. Whilst they are kissing each other goodnight at the front door they both start to feel really aroused. With an air of confidence, he leans with his hand against the wall, I started crossdressing at a young age. A movie I saw once about a boy who was dressed as a girl by his mother got me very curious about dressing up. One time, I secretly got dressed in one of my mother’s dress when I was 12 years old. I simply loved the sensation and my desire to feel & look feminine grew with time. one thing, anyone who has cum on a woman's feet is cumming on the feet of someones daughter, sister, maybe mother, and possibly wife. Kind of like My first ‘touching’ experience came a couple of years later, when I was about 15. I joined the local youth club which met on a Thursday evening. There was a bit of dancing, daft games and general nonsense. My eye was caught by a girl named Pamela, whom I knew vaguely just from being around in the village. She went to the local Girls’ Secondary Modern. She was not exactly glamorous-looking, but she had a very nice body. She was quite tall, plumpish and with big tits.

We had worked out a system where we alternated the chores. One night I would rinse plates and load the dishwasher and she would clean pots and pants, and then the next night we would switch. under her big toe. He got hard real fast so he must be into feet. At first he was a little nervous not knowing what to Spankings in our house were not everyday happenings, but they certainly were not rare and the sounds (and sometimes the sight) of one of us getting our bare bottoms tanned could be heard fairly often. Mom did not offer much of a lecture. “You both know why you’re getting this. You both are too old to be fighting and carrying on over something like this – and so you know, I don’t approve at all of some of the language I heard.”By the way, I understand your point of view about showing respect for his mom. He did show some restraint by not cumming on her feet himself. But remember does take a pill to help her sleep she has no idea that I worship her toes (and feet) while she's sleeping. I used Sorry, but to paraphrase Jules Wingfield in "Pulp Fiction" that aint the same ball park, that aint the same league that aint the same works two jobs to support us and occasionally takes something to help her sleep so she can be ready for work. When she

Then kids come along and so begins our love affair with those big tummy-hugging pants we swore we'd never go near. But, as mum-of-three, Sue reveals, it's not an easy affair to end!I said I was really sorry and I didn’t know why I wanted to but I just felt like trying. I wasn’t a kid anymore and that made me feel more embarrassed. My mom then asked me how long I have been dressing up in her clothes and I lied saying it was my first time. The good thing was she wasn’t very angry and tried to be understanding. As soon as the zipper was down, I rushed to my room to take of the dress and pantyhose. Double trouble at our house required some logistical modifications. My parents had just one empty corner in their room. I faced one wall and Cara faced the other and we stood there, hands at sides as we were required to do. All the while, we were hissing and fussing with each other and again using some choice words – some of which mom overheard just as she was entering the room.