Yet I also saw three other women, flickering in and out of sight. All three looked like erotic caricatures of the women of my family. Similar enough t...at you could tell who they were supposed to be, but only just. They were all curves, and those curves were scarcely concealed by their delightful outfits. Because, of course, each of them wore racy lingerie. Babydolls and bustiers, stockings, garters, heels, chokers and so forth. And, naturally, lots of makeup. Their hair was straight, shiny, and. Slowly I lifted thehem of my camisole to see that my pink panties didn'tcontain my small penis.I took them off to see that I had now a mound of skin,divided by a slit, making me the perfect girl.The door swung open and my Dad came into the room witha black and white maid uniform, and his hair done intoa high bun on his head. He wouldn't let mecall him Dad, he just told me to call him Maria andnothing else, and that he was on the service of mymother that he called mistress.I survived the days,. I told her she and I needed to do a shot for the new year, just us two. I put a nice hit of Molly and half a roofie a few guys gave me to use on her. She downed that and within minutes I could tell the Molly was kicking in, she was dancing around the living room and I tole her to take off her to and skirt ( she normally wouldn't do that) so she now just had on a black bra and thong. As she danced around I sent a text to the guy who supplied me and told him she was almost ready to play. He said. We drive each others tongues deep into each others mouths. Her hard nipples continue to brush against my chest, and I can only imagine how wet she is. I begin to dry hump her as we kissed. I wanted to be in her, I wanted to taste her. So make my way down her body, and slowly remove her spandex pants. She sported a nicely trimmed bush. As much as I'd want to drive my cock in her right then and there, I wanted to savor the flavor, and the moment. I'd kiss the area around her pussy, with a few.