" You need a bigger car, or a shorter girl," he said."It's got surprising leg room," Juniper told him. "Although there's not much room in the back sea...." You been in the back seat already?" he asked her, teasing."Nope. One look and I knew it would never work."Franklin had evidently called ahead, because Mary Jane Jones had fresh coffee and some kind of enormous cookie concoction waiting for us.Like her daughter, Mary Jane was long-legged and lovely. She was neither as tall nor as thin as. ‘I am so glad you’re an ambitious man.’ ‘Good.’ As I kissed her again, my right hand slid up her silky blouse to cup her breast. I squeezed her breast as I slid my tongue inside her mouth. She gasped as our tongues flicked at each other. I felt her nipple rise against the gauzy fabric of her bra and blouse. My thumb worked circles around it as my other fingers kneaded the soft warm flesh. My senses tingled as I kissed and touched her. Everything became brighter about us, more electric. I felt. I normally do my laundry on the weekend but last weekend was pretty hectic.We went to bed at the usual time. We checked our email before going to bed. Once again our inboxes were full of emails containing our seminude pictures. Most of them were from boys. We could tell by the obscene comments that accompanied them. But most of them were from kids we don't know; or at least we didn't recognize their email addresses. They aren't kids with whom we normally exchange emails. I can only guess how. On one occasion he asked if I liked women's clothing and lingerie. I don't recall what brought this up, but I told him that I did and that I enjoyed playing the role of a cross-dressing slut. He asked if I would do it for him, so the next time, I brought some things with me. Upon arriving, I took a few minutes in the bathroom to freshen up and change. He seemed to be quite pleased when I walked into his bedroom wearing sexy black lingerie - thigh high stockings, camisole, very short pleated.