‘What is it with you and books?’ he asked clearly not understanding the running joke between the sisters. Izzy shot him a look of sympathy. ‘The... are a wonderful invention,’ she told him quietly. ‘You read them and you can learn all kinds of things.’ Jessie gave a little snort, ‘and what do you learn from the books that you read Izz?’ Izzy looked her sister in the eye. ‘Why! I learn about how I want a man to treat me,’ she told her seriously. ‘And you’d be really surprised at all the other. "Don't worry honey, we've got plenty of time. Fifteen minutes until your fucking joke wedding starts. Plenty of time to convince you to come with me. And if you don't, well fuck...I'm white too, so your fuckhead boyfriend will never know the next kid isn't his." He was positioned perfectly atop Mia, his chin planted between her shoulder blades, keeping her from being able to push herself up off the somewhat slippery leather of the chair while he kept fingering her, feeling her pussy slowly. Not hard, but enough to bring some pain. I then kneel down and start cutting her sweat pants off starting at her feet. I cut up one side and then the other leaving a thin waistband for last. As I cut the waistband I snatch the pants off her leaving her naked. I turn on the shower, and begin to wet her down. I wash her hair and face and rinse her off. Then I begin to soap up her body. As I am soaping her up, my cock begins to harden again. I slid my hands all over her body, exploring every inch.. It starts with plain cotton panties and a white bra (36C). A button-up dress shirt like a man's, but cut for a feminine figure. A pleated blue and green plaid skirt that ends just above my knee. White knee socks and saddle shoes. Finally, a woman's crossover-style necktie, color coordinated with the skirt, and a forest green, fuzzy V neck sweater. As I'm dressing, it feels so redundant knowing what's going to happen, but I don't want to get ahead of myself. After dressing, I check myself in the.