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Trust

Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

*That* was a new one. &#034Like what?&#034 In a tone of complete disbelief. She smiled. &#034Well, for one thing, I don't have to worry about being ****d. Or so I thought. You aren't going to try that again, are you?&#034 I gulped, shook my head. &#034For another... oh, I know that the only skirt you're likely to chase is one on *sale!&#034* That startled a giggle out of me. &#034And, all things considered, you're not likely to cheat on me. That might be different if you were gay, but you're not. So long as I've got you in panties,&#034 she said, with a sudden fierceness, &#034you're *mine!&#034* That went straight to my heart. My face crumpled like wet cardboard, and I doubled over crying. Her feet clattered on the floor, and then she was *there!* With, when I exhausted myself again, a rather damp shoulder. I sighed, and tightened my arms around her. &#034I'd like to be yours, again,&#034 I whispered. &#034All yours, forever.&#034 She leaned back, brushing my hair away from my face. She looked troubled. &#034Lee. I want you to think about some things, all right? Who's harmed by your dressing up? If someone doesn't like it, or thinks it's wrong, or sinful, or, I don't know...&#034 &#034Disgusting,&#034 I put in, in a whisper. &#034Or disgusting,&#034 she amended, then looked at me, and asked, &#034How could it be disgusting? It isn't baby r****g, you know. Nobody's hurt, except when you decide to torment yourself. Sure, there are a lot of people out there who would ... disapprove. A lot of people disapprove of oral sex, too. And spanking, probably. And homosexuality, certainly. Does that make 'all those people' right? Does it even make them worth listening to?&#034 She was growing animated, holding me by the shoulders and giving me little shakes for emphasis. &#034Don't you think that people who get outraged are merely expressing the narrowness of their own tiny little minds? Lee, *think!* Stop being a little boy who feels guilty about stealing his s****r's underwear, and *grow up!* If it doesn't hurt someone, why can't you do it? And why, in heaven's name, can't you believe that I *want* you to, that it turns me on, that I could fall in love with a man who's sentimental, soft, romantic, pretty, and a bit silly? Just because *you* want to do it so badly? Is that a reason? Is *everything* that you really want automatically bad?&#034 She released me, then, and sat back. &#034Now *that's* sick.&#034 I stared, at a loss for an answer. She seemed to make so much sense, but... well, it contradicted what I thought I knew. Maybe that showed on my face. &#034Well, it's a lot to think about, maybe. Are you coming over tonight?&#034 And everything was all right. Actually, of course, it didn't end there. It took about a week for things to fall, more or less, into the pattern that had gone on before. More or less, I say, because I was a lot quieter, and very conscious of whatever I happened to be wearing, wondering how it made me feel, and if that was really ...