..one that is comfortable with his true self, one who is better than you in every way possible...it turns you on. I've seen it so many times before...... knew you were a cocksucker the moment I saw you." As he spoke, I felt his words sinking into me. I had no response and was lost in my confusion. It was true, I was so turned on at that moment, more turned on than I had ever been before, that it seemed to course through my body in waves, each one washing over me was stronger. I gazed at his. Once they had all of Tom’s and Carol’s things in the new room they brought out their new outfits, spreading them out on the two queen sized beds; undressing completely they tried out everything again showing off to one another, parading around like French tarts and throwing out compliments or jabs at one another’s choices. Ginger commented that she wished that she had had a big sister like Carol when she was growing up, it would have been so much fun. That froze Carol in her tracks and tears. Thank god I had that in the back of Deke's car. The clothes I'd worn to his place were probably ruined. The skirt for sure, but I supposed the t-shirt would wash clean; it's hard to ruin a t-shirt. I was used to sneaking in, I did it nearly every Sunday morning and it was usually no problem. My dad trusted me, he let me stay at Jen's house about as often as I wanted to, which was a lot ... Every Saturday night basically, when I was really staying at some hotel, either downtown or by the. She wore a light blue satin chemise underneath. The breasts jutted out provocatively. Several necklaces hung between. And then he was looking into the kind face of Mistress Satin, who looked exactly like Rachel Welch. Almost. The chin was a bit stronger, the make up a little heavier. There were crow's-feet around the eyes, and a deeper weariness within them. But the hair was short and red and copper, longer on the back, the neck was long. Diamond earrings hung longingly from small ears. Her.