" Well, my mother kind of encouraged it," I said."You like being a girl, don't you?" Ashley asserted"Sorta." I said. For some reason, Ashley seemed u...comfortable withthis."If I am attracted to you, what does that make me?" Ashley asked."Look, under all of this, I'm still the same old George." I asserted."I'm not sure about that," Ashley muttered softly.Nothing was said for the next minute."Do you like boys?" Ashley asked."I donno, when I am dressed as George, no. When I'm Sarah, I'm not. It wasn't until then that she realized he had already stripped off her pants and panties. Wiggling her toes she realized even her shoes and socks were gone."No, no Randy," Susan wailed. "We can't do this, leave me alone. What will Betty think?"Her protests seemed to be unheard by the man now stripping his off own clothes.She tried to turn on her side but Randy reached over and returned her to her back, then climbed on the bed, quickly moving between her legs. Pushing at his head, trying to keep. .i was shocked, I told them I had to get out, as i stared to walk out i felt a hand on my ass and a finger on my cunt,about 2pm we left the lake, and went back to our place, the guys started drinking, as i put our daughter into bed, i went into the kitchen and started making some salads i must have been lost in thought when john came in, he slipped up behind my and grabbed my ass and started to massage it, he slipped his hand around to my pussy and rubbed it to, his fingers slipped right in to. My heart was on fire, every bit of breath getting caught in my throat.“I wanted to know for sure, so the next day, when you were at school, I...” I threw my arms up in resignation. Couldn’t get much lower than here. “I went through your stuff. Your computer, your internet history. I found a bunch of porn stories. It ... they gave me hope. Like maybe you read a particularly crazy one and wanted to conduct your own scenarios or something.”“Aaron, what the fuck...” Molly couldn’t muster the.