Feedback comments always welcome, both positive and critical. Stan looked up when he heard his mother enter the living room. The expression on her face told him she had been taking her medication and that it was having the same side-effect on her. There was pure desire etched in her features. “Needing another session?” he …
I’ve Finally Found Myself
When I was eighteen, I loved to dress up in my mother’s clothes. My little boner would rise with anticipation as I would search for treasure in her hamper. Once, when I was home alone from school I added makeup to my play. I had panties and a bra, a girdle, and a copy of …