" Her fingerspulled farther apart, and Leanne's pussy lips spread, her pinkish insides flashinginto our view. Mrs. Parker chuckled, grimly. "Yes, he c...n see everything now." "Oh my!" Leanne squealed and managed to break free, but a ponytail grab jerkedher back on the couch. Mrs. Parker looked steamed. A moment later I found outexactly why. "Hey, I'm not the one who told you to shave down there. You betta keep that ideato yourself." Mrs. Parker was pulling on Leanne's hair, and Leanne was. She said that my new weekend job would greatly move me toward thatgoal. As we smoked and finished off the second glass, my head wasstarting to swim. She talked about learning everything a woman shouldknow from makeup application to fashion. She said that it should beuncomfortable to be dressed in anything but women's clothing.She sent me back in for yet another glass of wine. I was having troublewalking, but made it back with two more glasses. We sat down for thelast cigarette of the night. At. "She fanned herself again and reached down to slide the dress up her legs. "You'll wrinkle it if you sit on it bunched up like that," I added. "You had better slide it all the way past your bottom."Chang's eyes showed her fear, but the drug also affected her judgement just like alcohol would have. It was as if she had been slamming back Jello shots of vodka all afternoon. She looked around the office area to check that no one could see her and slid the dress to just beneath her waist. Part. Over the last few months we were talking less and less. When we did it seemed forced. She was cheating, probably had been all this time. “I’m such an idiot” I hate myself; I hate her. I had to calm down. I couldn’t believe after all these years. She was the one that wanted to do the long-distance relationship. She was the one that argued it would work and we were strong enough. ‘What a fucking liar!’ I gave her everything and treated her like a princess. That was probably the problem, she was a.