laundary day (a continuation of “the barbecue

laundary day (a continuation of “the barbecueI feel the rough and brutal cock moving fort and back deep inside me and when my semen is pumping out of my body, I feel my stomach becomming wet and warm. But no dick was pulled out of my sore intestine to ease the pressure, instead I started to understand that I was lying in my own bed at home and the barbecue party where I was fucked into a real woman was nothing more but a wet dream.Fortunately today is Saturday and laundry day today, it is just to take a quick shower and then putting the soaked sheets in the laundry basket. Since the memories of the dream were still so strong, I unloaded the shower hose to rinse and made my mancunt ready for any visits during the day. After toothbrushing and a careful shaving, I finished the morning routines by lubricating my mantits with a hormone ointment. My mantits has grown to real breasts with sensitive nipples and they rests really comfortable in a bra. What size do I have on my bra?-No, no gentleman is asking a woman such things! ;)When I was ready to meet the day, I put my bra and branchless pantyhoses (just as in my dream) on . Then I brought Eric (my faithful dildo) out of the drawer and dressed him up with a pink condom and attached his suction cup to a stool. I quickly turned around and then sitting upon Eric and slowly increasing the pressure to open my anus feeling the pain also increasing. As soon as my final muscles gave up and I felt Eric’s dickhead coming inside me, I let him out and started all over again. After a few such attempts, I would let Eric fuckme I took a deep breath and lowered myself deeply and let him impale me. First I concentrate to slide up and down on Eric, then I glanced at my own cock, whom stood bumpy and stiff like a spit isolated in his own nylon prison. Finally I let Eric out of my unsatisfied pussy with a smacking sound and I was ready to meet the day. I pulled on a pair of socks over my nylon feets and my old puffy workout that bursa escort more than well concealed my still hard cock. After a quick cup of coffee, it was time to grab the laundry and I threw a kiss for Eric where he stood on his stool waiting for me. Poor Eric he is so thin, so thin but when it is time to sacrifice my anal virginity, I want my man to feel that he opens a virgin ass. I know it will hurt, but it’s a price i gladly will pay. Now I hurried down the laundry room on flattering slippers to wash the day’s first machine. There are always people in the laundry room, I love walking around my neighbors and no one will even guess that I am dressed in lingerie underneath, it is just my own dirty secret!When I got home, I undressed myself so that I only was wearing my faithful bra for support then I took a new turn on Eric. After a few minutes, my stomach signaled out loud that it is time for breakfast, and I let him slide out of my still hungry backpussy.Since I had the whole day for myself, I was at the same time trying to fix a little bit with myself when my egg is cooking . I put on a new sexy makeup and I just have to test if my new lipstick really went in color with the nail polish.It took quite some time, so I had to eat my breakfast while the nail polish on my toes dried. Then I quickly jumped in my pantyhoses and training overalls and finally stepping into my old slippers. I had an annoying feeling that I had forgot something, but after I felt I got the key, I let the door shut and rushed to the laundry room.In the laundry room only Mrs Svensson stood there and weighted her laundry. Mrs. Svensson and her husband were new retirees and had lived in the house an expensive year. As usual, she was properly dressed the laundry room, her skirt, blew up a little and I got a good glance on her nylon covered legs. Among the women in the house she was seen as a style icon, but in the laundry room she turned into an savage self-appointed guardian and bursa escort bayan named between us guys as “the Pitbull”. The Pitbull gave me a tough but puzzled glance, it was like she had not really decided what she would think. But I knew I left everything in good order in the laundry, so I did not have anything to worry about. Or did I? I could absolutely not understand this strange look of her!The best thing was to play untouched, so when I just sat down my laundry on the bench and, pulled one foot out of the couch to scratch my toes.She just stared at me, now with a weird look and I realized something was wrong with me, very wrong! Although the tension made my already stiff cock to swell into a giant state. I felt still confident, because the pantyhose nylon kept my limb from standing straight out and forming the fabric of the training trousers into a tent!Pantyhose, I thought, but, but she could not see my nylon feet! have I forgotten to pull my thick socks over?As I gazed down on my foot, I immediately saw five red lacquered nails, which looked gently back at me through the pantyhose nylon. As this was not bad enough, I realized that I had gone down to the laundry room wearing a makeup making me look as a prostitute and just I felt how I faded under the roar.The thrill mixed with the lovely feeling of finally being revealed by a woman became too much for me. I felt that an involuntary trigger was on my way, while literally and figuratively speaking, I lost my footstool in existence.The Pitbull arrived and prevented me from falling. She sounded protective now when she spoke mildly, “My dear friend, how are you?” When she saw the semen stain growing bigger and bigger on my pants, she smiled softly.I was prepared for a sulfurous exclusion, but her kindness became too much!At first, I tried to choke the first sneaks, but the tears soon ran into rivers and I realized that my makeup ran and formed black stripes along the cheeks. I did not cry out of escort bursa fear or shame but of relief, it felt like I was a little girl who would be comforted by a nice friendly aunt.-Come with me my little friend and we’ll see what we can do for you! she whispered as she led me to the drying room.In the drying room where the dehumidifier spread a pleasant warmth, she took off my workout overall and when I stood in front of her in my lingerie She examined me from top to toe, her gaze slowed down at my bra and my semen-tanned pantyhose.As I pulled out of the pantyhose, she took me a T-shirt from the clothesline. While I was drying my abdomen, she studied my well-filled bra and when I wiped the ruined makeup from my face, she pulled up my Bh so that my covered breasts came out in freedom. She felt and squeezed my boobs and she stopped at my nipples who had female proportions because the hormone cream. When she rubbed one nipple between her fingers, I felt how my cock reacted.-It is very impressive, if you had surgery your tits would not react this way, so are you born in this way? she asked.When I told her that I used a hormone ointment I ordered online, she looked quietly but strictly on me.When she said: “There are many men struggling to be perfect, but no one has worked as hard as you”said she in a friendly playful tone. “When a man tries to become a woman, then we can talk about someone who really is trying to improve.”I did not know if I would laugh or not when she continued ,,, “Now that I’m retired, life has become so … alone, my husband is nice, but he’s always doing of his own stuff. I’ve always wanted a daughter, and if you want it I promise to help you, when I’ve got a fason on you, we could continue as friends. ,,, “Some things can be a bit too much to take in. When I stood naked and dumb, I realized that this is the chance of my life, so I nodded quietly.-My first name is Getrud, she said, and you can call me for this or “the evil stepmother”.I just broke: “what do you mean?”Gertrud chuckled; “If you do not end up with those hormone stuff, then I will not be gentle to you!This was the beginning of my long friendship with Gertrud and her husband Charles-Ivar.