His nature was like that. I am your entire dear brother, I said, turning on my stomach simultaneously smooch a kiss and raising my virginal ass to my ...rother who cared me so much and thus needing me now for pleasure. The odd thing was I was very fair, and he was a bit dark and his dick was akin to that of a Nigerian scamster. He opened a tube of “KY Jelly” and liberally applied into my ass first with his little finger then he used his index finger. I applied on his dick and rubbed vigorously. He gave me an evil smile.He pulled out a pink skirt and matching t-shirt.“Would any of you like to see Mr. Dawson wear this outfit all day tomorrow?” Coach Hope asked.Wow! I thought these guys were my friends.“I don’t think they like you much, Mr. Dawson,” Coach Hope said, and I had to agree. “Would you like to get a little payback?”“Yes Sir!”I think some of them regretted joining in on the jeers. I saw Tim and Jim had worried looks. They knew if I got serious about it, I could do some. ‘Thanks for afternoon tea and the chat,’ he said. ‘You are a very interesting lady.’ They walked to the door where Hope asked if she can give Nash a ride home. ‘Nah, I’m sweet,’ he replied, using street vernacular, immediately regretting his lapse. ‘Oh, I don’t doubt that for a moment,’ Hope muttered as she rummaged in her handbag for her keys. ‘Your keys: I saw you put them in your jacket pocket.’ ‘Why yes, thank you. Perhaps you are an observer after all. Goodbye.’ They shook hands and. "All of them," she demanded. Possibly the only reason she wasn't throwing a full bore hissy-fit was because she was sooo well laid and happier than she'd been in almost three years.'All of them' was a box the size of a pair of genuine Australian Saltwater Crock boots ... in fact ... that's what the box was. A box for a pair of a couple of thousand dollar worth of boots."Where did the box come from?" she asked."It was in the storage locker. Chester found it." What else is in the locker?".