Tabitha felt constrained in so many ways. The undergarments had beentormenting and titillating him all evening. The clasp of the bodice,the weight ...f the 'chicken filets', the incessant 'tug-tug' of thesuspenders and the smooth caress of the lacy panties across his derriereand genitals. The swish and swirl of the dress, petticoat and yards oftulle all evening were now conspiring to forcibly box him into thecorner of the backseat of the car. He couldn't move if he wanted to.Then the door. Even if they were just touching each other-Sally jacking her brother off, Bob fingerfucking his sister, it was enough to make Marla’s pussy spasm with wet heat.She gazed at her daughter’s hands, and saw the slight movement. Sally was indeed rubbing at her cunt, feeling it through her dress and panties. She gazed openly, significantly, and Sally knew her mother was watching her hands. Marla smiled as she glanced back at her daughter.Encouraged by her mother’s expression, Sally pushed her fingers. ' He had been staring down as though absorbed in the computer screen, to the extent that he had not noticed the vision in red hovering before the counter. 'Off in my own world.''That's okay. Anywhere nice?' Santa-girl smiled openly, unassumingly, and it lit up her already pretty features - the neat, straight little nose, high cheekbones, crystal-blue eyes and crimson-painted lips all gloriously enhanced by what moderate attention she appeared to be showing him. His response had to fight its way. It fit like a charm, and the bodice helped show off my breasts, arealization that at first excited me, but then the realization of mysituation frightened me. A boy shouldn't have breasts like that, I knew,and shouldn't like dressing like a girl. But I loved what I had become!"Now, let's get away from the mirror, Emmy, while I finish with you."Naomi pulled me away from the mirror, and helped me step into the skirt. Now, with the foundation garment pulling my tummy in, the skirt fitaround my.