Yes to all three.”“Thanks a lot, Donna. You’re a real fucking bitch! No wonder there were times when I could barely understand you on the phone....He was fucking you or you were swallowing his cock!”“Why are you being so mean to me?”“Because you’ve earned it, now fuck that beautiful cunt of yours!” I watched her take her poor dildo to the tip and plunge it back into the hilt, “So did you do all your fucking up here?”“No, sometimes in his room, I’d sneak in during the night.”“I don’t think we’ve. As my nippple were being well attended I found myself with less attention, the reason quickly came as I heard Betty’s squabbling whisper asking what are you doing, get that thing away from me! Ben quibbles back its so hard it hurts. Fine then, put it between my legs but NOT in me! As Ben’s moans increased so do Betty’s hands. Again I moved lifting a knee upward, my exposed pussy quickly being rubbed. She’s so wet Betty announces, to such news Ben picks up speed. I start to moan myself to. It is time to go."I walked over to the closet and opened the door for the first time. I was shocked at what I saw. The closet was neatly arranged with a full complement of girls clothing. Dresses, skirts, blouses, you name it. It even smelled girlish inside. Not like my old closet that had the unmistakable odor of a teenage boy. Hanging on the back of the door was 'my' ballet outfit. Pink Leotard and ballet slippers and a white and pink tutu. All neatly attached to a padded hanger. Taking down. ----------------------------------------“Don?” It was Rita, holding her wine glass toward me, “I guess you were in deep thought, I asked for a little more.” “I’m sorry, sugar,” I responded by pouring her another half glass full, “I was just thinking about the ‘good old days’. I sure did a lot of things, and a lot of girls, in those days. In fact, since you know what I’m talking about, I’ll be honest with you. I was thinking about the first time I had sex with your aunt Jakki.”“REALLY?” Her eyes.