To the point that a small wet spot had formed on the front of them. I slipped the matching camisole over my head, and it too felt incredible against m... smooth chest. I looked in the mirror once more and the line between Andrew and Andrea had definitely begun to blur. The skirt and silk blouse were on in next to no time, as I was ready to be Andrea, now. I was reaching for the heels to slide them on when I heard the front door click open. I hustled to get them on then stood at the front post of. Michael came over and spread my legs which were on the pads. He brought over a tray which was covered so that I could not see what was on it."Well now, lets have a look" he said as he pulled my panties down and spread my cheeks so that my asshole was totally exposed and the bottom of my pussy started to open. I had never felt so open in my life, except maybe at the gynecologist, but I saw a woman. So, I never felt this open in front of a man before. I heard Michael doing something behind me,. " He should be," LaCross declared. "Well, I'm going across to give them a few minutes of my time. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't being sandbagged. Why did you change your mind?"As Brock explained his rationale, LaCross' face got angrier with each syllable."You know, as sad as it sounds, you're right," he said. "You were going to have to answer questions about it after the fact or before. I guess it's good you're out in front of it. I just wish they'd let it go." You and me both, Skip,". The two men below me stepped back down three steps to get a better view. I blushed imagining what they could see, and wickedly enjoying every moment. I had sensed their eyes between my legs, and turned in mock admonishment. They both wore identical track suits with strange logos on the left breast, and some squiggles below, which I suspected must be some form of Arabic script. In the way they filled out their tops and bottoms, I guessed they were athletes. I shivered as one of them moved his.