" Oh those boy clothes you had on earlier? Those won't do. Don't worry, Ihave a spare change of clothes in my bag, just follow me."Andrea wasn't sure ...hat was going on, but she didn't want to take hermake-up off, so she went into the girl's locker room and Erika gave herthe spare clothes she had. It was a thong with a mini-skirt, a tank-top,and strapless bra that she had some trouble getting on, but was able to.After that were some sandals that slipped on and off and felt comfortableon her. He just kept pumping and pumping in her and finally stopped.She slid out from under him and put her mouth on his cock, it was still sensitive from the fucking they had just finished she was licking of his cum and her pussy juices of his cock swirling the combination in her mouth. She worked her way up to his mouth and kissed him, he had never tasted his cum before and he liked it. “Who is the man who is enjoying your pussy” ? Jim asked with a grin.Mary looked at Jim realized by his look he. Pictures! Jane had taken pictures of her! Even though Chrissy had been blindfolded at the time her mind was suddenly filled with images—the pictures Jane said she’d taken—of all the things that had happened after she’d put on the mask. Had she heard the flash going off, seen a hint of it around the edges of her mask? She couldn’t recall, but there, in her mind, were the pictures, frozen in black and white: (Flash!) taking off her dress-- (Flash!) kneeling in her underwear and. Gerry Fitz — my history teacher (now I knew why he had been missing from school several times). Tony Gerald — my girlfriend's father. A UPS messenger whose car I saw outside — a black guy who made Mom scream obscenities more than any other guy. Another kick in my stomach was Rick Margolis — my 18 years old class mate and friend. There were, of course, quite a few others I didn't recognize.I stopped checking and looking. I was so disgusted with Mom that I just couldn't face her at all. Well, she.