Now that he was in my living room, I was thinking about innocently putting on a private show for him. I made a little noise with my moisture bottle t...at was on my dresser, just to attract his attention towards me. I made sure never to look in his direction and tried to act as if I was completely unaware of his watching me. I untied my robe but did not completely take it off. I ran my fingers through my wet hair and wrapped a towel around my hair. I took another towel and started wiping the. Squinting from the sun, Cassie twisted her head up awkwardly at the figure above her. It was the surfer boy. His eyes stayed keen on her, blue and intense. She would have found his stare almost overwhelming, yet his eyes had a friendly, cheeky warmth to them that deburred any feelings of creepiness. Still, Cassie was surprised to see him there. What did he want?“Hey there, do you speak English?”It was obvious he was exotically foreign by his accent, but his English flowed perfectly, and she. Jamie also picked white underwear, although his panty was aboy short. Jamie handed me a strapless green beach dress. I grabbedeverything together with a clean gaff, and headed to the bathroom. On myway over there I met Frank, Jamie's father. He was as genial as the daybefore, and didn't comment on me wearing a nightie. It was becomingalmost natural to cross dress, but just almost.Jamie helped me to apply some make-up, and to glue some fake breasts onmy chest. They weren't big, rather quite. I remember stubbing walking to the bathroom. Someone helped me over the toilet and pulled up my dress so I could squat over the bowl. Then I remember resting on the couch as the party was still going and next I had a red cup in my hand. When I woke up again I notice most of the guests were gone and a few guys sitting next to me. I was so sl**py and nodded off again and thought I was having a sex dream. In the dream the cab driver pulled up my skirt, and pulled off my panties. I was spread-eagle.