And yet Marissa was still enjoying the casual warmth of our kiss, just platonic affection compared to my flaming desire.It was taking me a while to ge... used to this sensation. Here I was, red hot and horny; and I knew my body was pumping out über-pheremones like nothing else. But after so much time (and so much semen), Marissa was impervious to my effect. So I was going to have to do this the old-fashioned way.I tickled her.Marissa was quite ticklish, and at the very least it always got her. Shaking my head I open the closet andpull out one of my uniform dresses. Just as I am about to put it on, Iremember that the previous day I had to wear a body shaper to give me aslightly more feminine shape. I find the garment in the third drawer ofthe chest of drawers and step into it, pulling it up my body and slippingmy arms through the shoulder straps. After some readjustment I amstanding there encased in the strong elastic material feeling almosttrapped. Reaching for the dress I step into. It was the first new vehicle Garnet had ever owned in her life and she had quickly Christened the new car as ‘Pearl’ because of its color. She loved the car and was so proud of her two sons for surprising her with it that she had cried when they had presented it to her. I was saddened somewhat by the crack in the windshield and large – U – shaped dent that went all the way across the hood like a giant beech ball had landed on it. ‘I’ll talk to my buddy, Marty, he’s a very good body and fender. Your Mother, Mrs. Pollock, was most insistent that you join us and become a permanent member," said Mrs. Palmer."Well, I am glad you invited me. Heavens know what I can do to contribute, but I'll do the best I can," replied Kris."New blood!" Exclaimed Mrs. Palmer. "We need youth and new ideas to keep us moving along. You are most welcome to stay and join us."They took their seats and slowly the rest of the ladies did the same. There seemed to be about eight or nine ladies. Kris thought she.