She almost gasped at the size of the salami he eventually managed to snake out of his pants."My, my, Brad. Jimmy should have brought you home a lot so...ner. Here, stand up so I can get your pants out of the way and get to that beautiful piece of meat you are holding." She loosened his belt and dropped his pants to the floor before pushing him back onto the couch. She knelt in front of him and took as much as she could get down her throat without choking.Almost immediately, Brad's prick began. She assumed the position, over the arm of my love seat with her butt in the air and her legs spread. She put her hands on her butt cheeks and spread those cheeks showing her asshole. Then she said, "Fuck my ass, please." Hold it a moment!" I said, "Who is with you and why?" She's my sister, Amanda. She wants to watch me get fucked. I want it now!"I thought, "What the hell?" I was wearing a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, I pushed the shorts down and moved in behind her. I pushed my cock into. A pair of red, satin bikini panties lay atop the pile, with a red nightie or chemise folded underneath. Black stockings, actually pantyhose, were underneath all, but the legs hung down toward the floor, where there sat a pair of black, patent leather high heels, which appeared to have four-inch heels.He still prayed that they were playing a prank on him, but something made him feel that was doubtful. 'Did they know he was a cross-dresser? Oh, how could they know? How could they have found out?'. “Friend! Friend!” she cried. “I came to help.”“Teri?” I let her up and she turned to look at me.“It really is you!” she exclaimed. “When I saw you run toward the pool, I suddenly thought ‘She’s just like Deb.’ Then I figured it had to be.”“Thanks for not blowing my cover,” I said. “But this is dangerous for you. I’ve got to get out of here.”“There’s no place to go,” Teri said. “There’s only one sentry on board as far as I can tell. He’s up on the bridge. All the rest of the crew and the girls.