I put them on. I didn't have a full length mirrorin my room, so I stood on the bed to see myself on the small mirror overthe bureau. I had to scrunch ...own to see the top half of me, which lookedgirlish with my hair and my cammie peeking out from the neck opening. WhenI stood up, it could be anybody in pants. I ran my hand over the material.Mrs. Johnson was right. What I wore didn't change how I felt about myself.I was a girl in boy's pajamas. I smiled at my face in the mirror and Jennysmiled. Of how she slept with Mr. John Doe and how much she liked it. My God, it used to turn me on like hell and we used to have amazing sex.She used to ponder as to why I have such fantasies. But she just never took it seriously. She just enjoyed making me happy and hard. It went on but eventually got boring to me, knowing that her stories were just made up. I tried to talk her into trying some swinging but she used to go with a stern ‘No’.Believe me, readers, I have been trying to convince her for 2. Can't you get a girl on your own to do this, without having to pay her?"I frown, and pause before answering. "Remember when you told me I couldn't ask you whether you had a boyfriend, or who takes those pictures you post, or your name? No questions?" Yeah, I do. Alright, point taken. But you still have a hard-on, right?"I hadn't expected that question so my answer is a fairly sputtered, "What do you think?" You giggle. "I think you're still fucking horny, that's what I think. I'm almost done,. D." He said, with a sigh, which signaled to me that he knew how regular this stop was going to end up being. When I handed it to him he scanned it and sighed. "Nineteen?" He questioned which caused me to look away. "Turn around, you're going to have to come with me." He muttered. This was terrifying, so my eyes turned back to him once more and I whimpered. "Please, no." "You have to, your friend has to go, you have to go." He said simply as he took my arm and lead me to the car, but just as he.