“I don’t suppose you are ready to strip off so I can show you?Both girls exclaimed “No!” loudly together.Sarah glanced at me, and she knew imm...diately that she had my approval.Sarah grabbed a couple of towels from the nearby bathroom and shrugged off her jeans and panties. Laying on a towel on the sofa she lay back with one leg over the arm fully exposing her shaved glistening pussy, labia fully engorged. I placed the other towel on the armchair and hung my legs over the arms.“Come, close. After a minute or twoI relaxed sufficiently to close my eyes and I dozed off.I must have needed that because when I awoke it was dark outside and ittook me several minutes to come to properly. The strangeness of theclothes registered almost right away and I smiled as I remembered why Iwas dressed in my sister's things. I stood up, rather unsteadily in theheels, and reappraised my image in the mirror but this time, instead ofsimply recalling Hannah I took some real pleasure in how I. She undid the remaining two buttons of her pyjama tops and switched on her bedside light. In the pale glow, she pulled down her knickers and threw them onto the floor with abandon, then swung her legs over the side and stood, a smile on her face and bubbles in her stomach.Lauren paraded through the bedroom with just the unbuttoned pyjama tops, passing into her lounge where she drew the curtains and switched on the light, still amused that the whole country seemed to have light switches that. ” “Aren’t guys supposed to be lean, muscular, and shaped like…” I paused. “You know, like men.” I know I must have had an inquiring look as I said that. True to the increasingly androgynous 1970’s (this was 1976) she answered: “All that macho shit.” She nodded at Sal now snoring on the floor. “He’s really like that. He has wanted to fuck a boy for a long time. Truth-be-told, he probably already had—maybe more than one. And when we talk about it, or some of the cute boys who come into the.