”Jay stood. “Brett let’s take a walk. A few minutes down a wood path will clear your head.”“Alright.”Five minutes into their walk, Jay pul...ed a bottle out of a stump and chugged it.“Jay, that’s Everclear!”Jay held a finger up as he drained the bottle. After the last swallow, he chunked it. “Let’s go back.”Freya looked at Jay when they walked in. “Oh, hell no! I told you, you’re not going to be in my house smashed out of your mind.” She yanked a blanket and pillow from the closet and shoved them. I worked my magic, slowing working her up, her back heaved as every breath shook her. I slowed pace, watching her rythmic motions subside. Sliding my hand downward i pulled her panties down a few inches and gravity took them to floor, an obvious noise of wetness as they landed onto the tile floor. My hand returned to her now, working her clit and entering her to pull back on her g-spot. I growled "is this what the little brat wants? Is it!?" building my pace. She called out Yes and didnt. She trembled again, drew a ragged breath, then released a tiny moan. Her hands tightened on his lapels. The aroma of leather and his potent male curled around her. He feels so good... He smells so good... His hand firmly cradled her head and his powerful body pressed against her, holding her captive against the wooden fence. He trailed his open mouth, nibbling lightly, along her jaw, and touched his lips to hers. Shock rocketed through Heather’s cloudy mind. Is he…kissing me? Her lips parted. She pulled out two but also pulled out a skirtedleotard dress as well. "Isn't this what skaters wear during theircompetitions, faggot?"I confirmed that it was a skater's dress. She asked me when I had anopportunity to wear such a pretty dress. I told her that it just hung inmy closet because I could never wear such a womanly outfit, especiallyin front of anyone. She hung the dress in the closet and started takingoff her bikini. She then put on one of the nightgowns. She selected agrandma style.