I finally reached a point where I no longer saw the purpose of undergarments of any kind. My tits were big, but they held up on their own. I abandoned...what was left of my old notions of sexual propriety along with my panties. I'd make out with one guy, give another guy and hand job, and give two other guys a blow job, all in the same day.My reputation preceded me everywhere I went, but I didn't care. I kind of enjoyed being the school slut, especially since I managed to earn that title without. He had me bent over the back of my couch when he started talking about how great I would look in a skirt. He proceeded to expand on his thoughts and painted a vivid picture of me as a cheerleader with a wig, stuffed bra, and pleaded skirt. As he described it, his cock got harder and pace quickened. He was banging me hard when he finally got me to agree to dressing up for him, and then he immediately exploded. This fantasy obviously turned him on, so I was more than willing to play along.A few. M wasfully dressed and made up."I told Trixie to get him dressed into Roberta and make sure she isready to obey. She'll get some big surprises. You ready?" I had a long chat with Robert and agreed to a 60 day trial. I will doas he wants but I will be totally in charge. Any discussions ordisagreements and I will file for divorce. But, I will do my best to doas he wants within the 60 days. I got the stuff you listed but they areat home." Well, he doesn't need anything from you today. I told. By her own consent, it was mine, my property, to use as I deemed fit. Jess wasn’t just my stepsister and my lover. She was also my butt-slut, my cum whore, and my personal plaything. She made that abundantly clear to me by now. My sister was my slut, plain and simple. Every part of her was mine and we both knew it. Hell, I also loved her for it.“Baby, you know that I love you ... and right now, I love you several inches deep!” I told Jess as I smacked her booty playfully a few times.As for Mom.