Her clit, the swollen lips and anything else I could wrap my lips around. I finished by trying to suck out of that wonderful opening in Janice’s pus...y that Bill’s cock had occupied only minutes earlier of all the fluids that were in it. I know that I swallowed the combined juices that she produced from being fucked, cum from when I fucked her and cum that Bill had left in her when he fucked her. The taste of what I swallowed was not at all unpleasant even though previously I had never even. The drawers in her dressing table were still full of herunderwear. There was make-up. And a blonde wig that she had wornoccasionally. And lots of shoes. I seemed to here her voice repeatingwhat was in her note. Whatever was in the house was mine now. Thesethings were mine. These were my clothes. My underwear.I was breathing a bit faster. There was a sort of tenseness in mystomach; a mixture of anticipation, excitement and, yes, fear. Fear ofbreaking convention. Of even thinking about trying on. College flew by and my dressing was reduced to visits home and nightlydressing sessions. I was about the same size as my mom and could nab adress, or a blouse and skirt and put it back the next day without anyattention. Janey had gone to the west coast taking most of her things andI only saw her on holiday for the four years away. We always talked andwrote each other but I knew my dependence on my sisters things were over.Forward a few years.............After college I moved away for my first. It was Zoe again. She only said one thing before she hung up: "Next time we fuck, its in public. Good night"Well, my hand was busy againAt work I tried to get into the routine and was doing pretty well most of the time. There were times, however, that a stray image of my weekend would pop into my mind and Boom! Instant hard-on. It was for this reason that I stayed in my office most of the day.It was just before lunch when I got the call. It was Zoe. Just hearing her voice gave me an instant.