Fuck, that is so hot. I am driving into your ass, skewering you against the mirror, pulling your hips back against me, biting the back of your neck…...eeling wild…deliciously wild. Harder, I thrust into you…the noises coming out of you letting me know I found the right spot. I hammer at it, overwhelming you for a moment before I stop and press my body against yours, deep inside you. I feel you breathing hard against me. Slipping your blindfold off, I pull you back from the mirror so that just. Smiling at them he says, “Just a moment.” He strips to his singlet and shorts before putting on a borrowed floral dress. He says, “Now you can get a better idea. I was thinking a change of hair colour, bring it forward over the ears, and shorten it. I should pass for a nine or ten year old girl.” Both women have pensive expressions.Suddenly the owner smiles as she says, “Darker hair, say honey blond, and tight curls may work. I’d have to look at the finished product. The curling should shorten. Here I was now with the book on the floor open at a large picture of a woman with her legs open. My head was hanging off the bed and as I frantically rocked I suddenly felt a wave wash over me different than any before. At the same time my hand felt warm and wet and panicking I turned over and sat up in bed.On investigation of my pyjamas I found a white sticky substance which I realized straight away from conversations with boys at school was the hallowed spunk they had talked about and we had. "What's wrong?" Sally Anne enquired.As she asked me she had a knowing grin on her face and I knewwhat I had suddenly realised."You can see a hint of my panties and stockings through myskirt," I replied in a panic."You can barely see anything. Only a hint if you allow yourskirt to be pulled tight. Certainly not enough to cause a stir.Come on!"We went into the restaurant and were shown to a table. SallyAnne got up and went to the toilet while we looked at the menus.When she came back I followed.