" He put his feet into the silken panties and drew them up. He needed to lift the dress to get them up to his waist. His mother produced a pair of whi...e stockings, handed them to him. "Put these on." With some difficulty with further reluctance he put each stocking pulling them up each leg separately, fastening them to the stocking suspenders attached to the lacy white panties. His mother produced a pair of girls white shoes. He put them on without arguing. "Over here," his mother again. They are referred to by the schools as 'the others' ... the other Austin's. If the others weren't so proud of it I imagine there's a lawsuit hiding in the bushes.We must not forget Seven ... she's the store clerk ... and not all that much older than we girls. Seven is Seven because she was the seventh child of traditional Chinese parents. Some times we call her Chu ... mostly everybody calls her Seven ... she does too. She has great fun answering the phone.We never have bill collectors ... we. He looked down at me and smiled while I fumbled with with the bottom and zipper on his jeans. He lifted his ass so that I could slide them down leaving Connor in his athletic style jockstrap. The smell of dick was sumptuous. I nuzzled into his crotch savor if the scent of his manhood. My cock was so hard. I pulled aside the white ribbed fabric and out flipped his hardening 7.5″ penis and Connor grabbed his beer and sipped it. I grabbed it and enjoying the softness of the skin and the hardness. She had long, thick auburn hair that went down nearly to her butt. Her eyes were blue, but not the normal baby-blue, these were a deep, rich shining blue. Her smile was bright and beaming, she had high cheekbones on a truly lovely face. Her lips were full and the brightest shade of red he had ever seen. Cheryl was tall, likely about 5’10’ and everything seemed to be in the right place. She was wearing tanned slacks and a tight sweater, this was the most beautiful woman he had seen since he had.