After the kiss ended they got in the car. Bobby started the engine and roared off, headed for the isolated spot on the outskirts of town everybody use... for making out. One of the reasons Bobby had taken the car was that it had bucket seats which reclined. Paula, foggy with lust, was barely aware where they were when Bobby pulled into a shadowy area and stopped. He leaned over, kissed her again, and Paula felt the seat going backward. Bobby slid his hand under her blouse and onto a bare breast.. Having stuckon her false lashes I carefully applied the mascara as we were waiting forher false nails to dry.By the time Tracey had put on her wig only her toes and what she hadbetween her legs looked masculine. So I had her tape up her penis betweenher legs and put on her panties and fishnet pantyhose.I said, "Let's play mistress and servant."I brought out a French maids uniform I had bought myself and zipped herinto it. Although I was dressing her, normally the maid's role, theMaid's. After we were done he’d drop me off at my dorm. Stephen turned out to be an ok guy… even if he was a fag. Friday came and I only had one class but, I had some things to do so I told Stephen not to worry about giving me a ride. I’d just walk to his place when I was done. “When you get there just walk in the door will be open.” Stephen had two classes on Fridays and was done by eleven on Fridays. We had to put the finishing touches on our project. It was maybe thirty minutes of work and we. I'm not sure why. Two days ago I'd be trying to talk her up, probablyask her a question about a stop, then maybe ask her what she's listeningto. Two days later I look at her to study her make up techniques. She'sjust my type and my cock doesn't even blink. My cock does do an old school double take glancing diagonally across thetrain at the young Eminem wannabe. Baggy jeans hanging overTimberline's, a white sleeveless T shirt tucked into his jeans and ablack headband crowning his buzzed, round.