"Craig laughed and said, "I can change."I already had a tray ready to take out with six glasses on it. I told the kids they could each have one glass ...f Long Island ice tea. Piper picked up the tray and I grabbed the pitcher of booze. I asked Trey to bring some of the snacks and we headed for the patio door.Craig was in the lead. He grasped the handle to the French door leading out to the patio but then stopped and said, "I don't suppose I have to remind you that our backyard isn't totally. ” “I think you should stop worrying about it,” I replied. “Do you know how uncomfortable it is to be bare “down there”?” “Nice rhyme,” I said with a smile. She threw her pump at me. I manage to catch it. “Are you angry at me?” I asked cautiously. “No, I developed the habit of throwing my shoes when I’m calm.” I helped her get the useless panties off and sat beside her on the couch. She put her hand around my shoulder, then pulled me towards her. “George!” I looked at her, drowning in. One ofher hands is resting on my thigh, her fingers stroking my taut shinystocking-top, occasionally drifting onto the bare flesh above, which Inow realise is completely hairless. Her other hand is gently grasping myhard cock through my cool silky knickers. I have my arm around hershoulders. My free hand is holding her hard cock through equally silkyknickers. A strange but none the less very erotic situation. I amwearing women's underwear and holding a hard cock encased in prettyknickers. But. My parents thought I was foolishly risking a great future. Looking back, I guess I can understand their point of view. I hadspent my entire life nurtured in private schools in the hope I wouldmatriculate back East someplace with leafy green Ivy and an over-abundance of affluent alumni. I had the grades, I had the SAT scores,and I had a nauseatingly well-balanced resume of extra-curricularactivities: chess club, hospital volunteer, fiction editor of my highschool literary magazine to go along.