I drew a fateful breath and rolled ivory tights up my legs and clipped on the beginner bra which was always a thrill since I envied the oh so natural ...ay Janie and Stephanie's budding figures flaunted sassy pre-teen fashion, but this time it was to serve a practical purpose in filling out a stiff taffeta crinoline slip which I dropped down over my head, and as I did I again felt the strange tingly breathless brace of delight that recently enhanced even more my secret pleasure. Preening tiers of. Jill was my English Lit teacher from my school. She was short, married, had a Texas accent, and in her mid fifties. A little petite lady with a lot of energy but also looked kind of old and not someone I would expect to see at a sex swing event. We all got introduced and everyone started small talk. Jill grabbed and took me to the bathroom. "Kenny, you are the last person I expected to see here. You can not tell a soul about this." Jill said as she undid her shirt then dropped her shorts.. She acknowledged that I often told her all that, but she said that she felt I had to - even if it was sincere – as her husband, but to hear it from strangers was a special boost - especially when their erections proved the compliments were real. The feeling she got by acting slutty was another turn on. She lowered her eyes again as she told me about the flood of emotions and physical feelings as she had given herself to a man not her husband for the first time – felt him possess her body and. Oh yeah. She was certainly a slut. How many boys had their way withthat ass she wondered again? Margaret was revolted but also strangely intrigued.She smiled when she thought what she had in store for this little vixen. ?Get in the car.? Margaret pointed towards her Lexus. ?But... butmy car is over there...?, Kim pointed out. ?Fuck your car, bitch. Get in.? Margaretwas feeling angry. She slapped Kim on the ass as she opened the passengerside door. Pushing the frightened teenager into the seat,.