As the ladder dropped a trap door slowly swung open next to it, revealing the entrance to the structure.Ashley gave a squeal of glee. "Once we are ins...de, we close it up and no one can disturb us!" She tossed her bag on the ground and started to scramble up the rope ladder. It twisted some as she put weight on it, but she climbed the ten feet to the tree house and scurried inside. I could hear more squeals of joy as I picked up the bag and walked to the base of the ladder"Come up quickly,". Greg's eyeshadow was a similar light pink as his outfit, but rather thanbright light Susie opted for a smoky grey on his outer corners instead,casting a mysterious and seductive shadow. Black eyeliner also pulledinto a wing drove the illusion even further.There was only one way to do their lashes, Susie reckoned, and that wasfakes. From a small box she procured two pairs of long, fairy-like blackeyelashes, which she carefully set into each boy's existing lashes withher favorite glue. Neither of. "Well, I wasn't sure, I was hoping you could help me with that actually."Greg chuckled and used his strong forward tactics to take yet another ofJohn's pieces and cause John's ass to swell a bit more. He always had athing for girls with big curves in the back. "Sure John, I'll turn youinto her."John at first frowned a little at his suddenly shifting weight underneathhim, but then smiled broadly as though something had just clicked intoplace for him. "Actually, my plan was that YOU were. When I began it, had scarcely read a bawdy book, none of which, excepting Fanny Hill, appeared to me to be truthful: that did, and it does so still; the others telling of recherche eroticisms or of inordinate copulative powers, of the strange twists, tricks, and fancies of matured voluptuousness and philosophical lewdness, seemed to my comparative ignorance as bawdy imaginings or lying inventions, not worthy of belief; although I now know, by experience, that they may be true enough, however.