The climaxes begin, coming one after another,until they blend together and I lose count. The smallest movement sends me into another wave of ecstasy. ...inally, I pull my hand from my cunt and fall back exhausted onto the seat. My legs splayed out and my pussy lips red and raw. I look over at Jim. He has a very contented smile on his face, and he is still stroking away. Up and down, Up and down. He still hasnt come. How long until we reach Kansas City, I ask Jim looked at his watch, then out the. Short pleated skirt, sheer blouse, panties with ruffles on the back, jet black stockings, a retro style corset with 6 garter straps, wore my wig cut in a pageboy style. 3" heels, I did wear a thick red belt.Knocked on his motel room door. He answered and his eyes popped out of his head "OMG you look fantastic just what I wanted" he moaned. He wanted a hooker so I said "blow jobs $5.00, fuck me $10.00, do anything you want to me and abuse me FREE". He took my hand pulled me to him with the door. Besides, Sam wouldn't even notice the slinky littledress. In fact he'd probably look really cute in it. I let amischievous grin cross my face. There was nothing wrong with boys inskirts, especially when they have an ass like that.But no, that wouldn't work would it? The problem wasn't tradingclothes, the problem was people being oblivious about it. Damnit, whatgood was a box that could trade things around if everyone kept actinglike you hadn't used it at all? Did this thing have any purpose. He was a scrawny kid who was too smart for his own good. He kept talking to everyone like they were idiots showing he was more intelligent than they were. Even the teachers. That’s probably why they didn’t do anything when the other kids beat up on him.I: Did you beat up on him?Doe: No! I’d been taught that just ‘cause someone is smaller than you don’t mean you go beating up on them. That’s why when the other kids did I stopped them. I was big for my age so when I stepped in the other kids.