I had the entire weekend figured out.Late in the afternoon I changed into the gown. It was beautiful. Thishappened so long ago; fifty years or more, t...at I do not remember everydetail about the gown, but I remember enough. There was a built incrinoline under the full, wide, floor length skirt. As I remember, the topwas all lace, either sleeveless or long sleeved. It had a square (?) neck.I placed it on the floor over two of her crinolines and stepped into it asI had seen my sister do so many. She also wore a short, but decent orange skirt and a pair oforange high heels. Last he noticed was her blue eyes. Blue eyes thatwere filled with anger."I thought you said you were waiting to get something from your friend,I was coming to take you up on your offer for a look around the malland I find you here saying that!?" She shouted.Most people were leaving the area by now, not wanting to deal with thegirl's rising anger. Meanwhile, James however was lost as to just whatwas going on."Calm. But she saw. She walked over. “Just, what are u up to?” She looked under my desk, and saw my pants, down, around my ankles. She gave me a look of disappointment. “I thought u where a nice boy. Pull up ur pants.” I stood up, and she watched me, pull them up. My face was bright red. “I will have to tell ur mum, when she picks u up. What will she say?” I said, ‘Mum has caught me before. She says, ‘boys, will be boys’. As she buried her face, in tests, I bent down, and drooled, seeing right up her. My roommate could be home any minute.” She gasps. “Then she’ll find you’re a lot kinkier than you let on. Won’t she?” The blond taunts. One hand pulling long red hair. The other sharply swatting Cynthia’s cute ass. Unlike when Rob spanked her, there was no pleasurable cock as a counterpoint to the pain. Just the sting as the blonde vigorously swats. Yet Cynthia’s body responds to the unwarranted punishment. Tingling with excitement at the pain. She yips with each strike. Her pussy throbbing and.