Yes, I'm a good little girl!... uhhhh!"Just as Sandra moaned in orgasm, Richie let out a yelp and threw the brush to the floor. Reality winked back in...o place.He opened the closet door. Several skimpy outfits hung there. He held the doorknob at arm's length as if afraid of contamination.Finally he reached a hand forward and touched one, something that looked like a French maid's outfit. He caught a ghostly glimpse of his mother slipping off her normal clothes and revealing this sexy outfit. Whatever it was, was new to her, but she felt this unknown determination within herself to clear up whatever it was that sat in the back of her head telling her that. “Jack…how uhhh would I know if I’m uhhh fat or not fat?” she asked. Sitting there facing him she wore this extra large t-shirt over her. She had on shorts but he did not even think her legs, especially her thighs, were fat. “I don’t know. I guess the only way is for another person to look at you, look at your body, and just tell. "Don't go anywhere, I'll come back for you in a bit," Ricketts said, and left.Matt sank into a chair, and said, "So much for our nice night together."Jennifer set her helmet down on a table and nodded. "And the traditional after-dance sex. Unless…" She opened the door a crack and peeked outside. "No guard. We have some time. Say, you haven't done me in my costume since that first night, have you?" Matt's jaw fell open as she reached under her skirt and pulled her bloomers and thong off, not. I’m your step-mother. You should be ashamed of yourself. Your dad would be pissed that you’re speaking to me like that.”“Honey, you’re not my step-mother. You could be my girlfriend. You’re not in charge of me. In fact, I bet my dad would like me to fuck you too. Dad has sent some of his lovers to my school to fuck me. You’re just a paid whore really.”Penelope looked frazzled and I noticed her nipples were erect in her sports bra. I wondered if I’d have her in the sack by the end of the day. I.