ImPossibly Kinky

ImPossibly Kinky
When Mr. Possible catches Ron in his Daughters clothes, they both get more than they expected.

Ron snuck in through the window, using the key Kim gave him. He stripped down and opened the underwear drawer. He pulled out a lacy pair of panties and slid them on; making sure his cock was tucked in nicely. He soon slid on a special bra Kim had hidden there for him. It made him look like he had a nice set of tits. Ron played with them for a moment, before getting out Kim’s old cheerleading uniform. Since she had gone to college, she was only able to see him on weekends and Fridays, and allowed him to use her wardrobe to play around. Kim not only knew, but loved that he dressed in her clothes, and used a thick dildo to fuck himself. When she came to town, she had him dress up and fuck her, imagining it was a shemale pounding away at her.
Ron, dressed in the outfit, the miniskirt barley covering his panty covered ass, put on the wig, a little makeup, and checked the mirror. He looked exactly like Kim, Ron’s normal feminine qualities, making the disguise more believable and sexy. He went over to where the dildo was and began to lube himself.

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A couple of cities over, a redhead ducks out of her class and calls her father on his cell phone. Mr. Possible answers. “Dad, Where are you right now?” “The backyard.” Kim smiles. “Just wondering, cause I’m pretty sure my boyfriend is in my room dressed as me, just in case you wanted to know.” Kim and Mrs. Possible both knew about Mr. Possible’s thing for both crossdressers and Ron. So when Kim told him Ron dressed in her clothes sometimes, his cock got so hard it nearly flew off his body. Mr. Possible hung up and raced to Kim’s bedroom, throwing the door open. “Kimberly Anne Possible,” he started, making Ron jump. “Pull that dildo out of your ass.” Ron did as he was told and wanted to jump out the window. But Mr. Possible just got close to him. “Ronald, I know it’s you,” he whispered. He kissed Ron’s neck and sat on the bed. “Come here.” Ron, turn on more then ever, did so, and he, on Mr. Possible’s command, lay over his knee. He pulled the hem of the skirt up so he could see Ron’s ass. He spanked it once. “Mr. P, I…” “Kimmie,” James said, spanking him again. “Sorry, Dad.” “Good girl.” He spanked him again, and again, until his ass was nice and red. Once he was done, Ron stood up, fixed his skirt and faced James. “I’m sorry I had to spank you, Kimmie.” “That’s okay, Dad.” James wrapped his arms around Ron’s waist and pulled him close, fondling his fake breasts. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. “I love you, Kimmie.” “I love you, Dad.”


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