That sexual adventure turned out to be the first of several that we shared and enjoyed while I was staying at their house. After it was over I was careful to fold the knickers and replace them in the drawer, trying not to make it obvious that I’d been wearing them. Then I pulled down the knickers before the copious cum leaked through my handkerchief into them for there was rather a lot of it. They seemed to feel ‘natural’ and I rather enjoyed the way they fit and felt on my feet although the thought did cross my mind that these shoes made my feet look ‘pretty’. I tried on several pairs of her knickers, putting the discarded ones on the bed, and after a few minutes I could feel that I really was going to come.

I really think I was walking a little differently, especially in the slightly built-up heels but I found I really liked the higher ones better for some reason. Wearing girls’ knickers, having a hard on in them, and being masturbated by a girl, was definitely my kind of excitement! Aunt Rose had long hair herself and offered to show me how to take proper care of it so what the heck, it was her time and shampoo. One night she had me come into her room and sat me down at her vanity table and proceeded to play with it. The other knickers were more conventional but equally devastatingly attractive to my trembling head, and I loved each and every pair of knickers that I could find, wherever they were!My sister had already said that she would never speak to me again, and that she wanted new knickers to replace the ones I had treated so shamefully. It seemed to be getting very full and thick lately but maybe that was just because of the conditioners. That was when I learned how to stoop from my knees rather than from my waist when I spilled something on the kitchen floor.

This always gave me at least half a hard on and I sometimes took myself in hand while thinking of wearing some of Clare’s underwear and filling them with cum! They lived in a large house in rural Berkshire and Clare went to a private school, girls only, a few miles away. I really think they looked a little girlish but they felt really good and made my feet look smaller, not that they were really big or anything. Aunt Frances had a large washing machine and I don’t think she examined my pants before putting them in the wash, which was just as well!I thought I was supposed to be on vacation and here I was employed for no wages as apprentice housekeeper and laundress. He told me he could see our neighbor undressing, so he tried to contact her to see if she wanted to humiliate him while he was dressed as a woman.

I hated getting down and cleaning the bowls but Aunt Rose was one of those ‘spotless’ people and there was only one right way to do things, HER way. Being held so tightly and so intimately around his beautiful partner was nothing short of breathtaking -- that is, if he were capable of breathing in this state.They weren’t so well padded but they were comfortable even though they did have a built up heel on them. About half of them were in bottle green, Clare’s school colour, and the rest were a mixture of white, pink and pale blue. After examining them I put them on and started to slowly massage my cock through their soft silky cotton. Aunt Frances left me alone to unpack, and being a nosey person I had a look around, starting with the dressing table. As usual on these visits I caught the train from Paddington, and Clare and her mother picked me up at Newbury station.