Rebecca grinned as she looked at me. “We’ve been seeing each other for some time,” she started. I assume in an effort to wipe away the bewilder...d look on my face she continued, “Rachel decided she wanted to bring you in and devised the plan. Who was I to argue with such a good idea?” My sister looked down at me. She was standing beautifully naked in front of me. She gently bit her lip as a grin crept on her face. I wanted to feel betrayed or misled or any number of emotions, but who was I. Across the bathroom he saw a shower andmirror. He told himself to just go in the shower, don't even look in themirror, and yet, deep down, he knew he couldn't help himself andcuriosity won out.What he saw in the mirror was the naked body of a pretty but plain girl,probably aged between 20-22, with small tits, shapely long legs, and anice if unremarkable ass. A solid 7 out of 10, if he did say so himself.Looking at his crotch was a disorienting experience. Where he'd grownaccustomed to seeing a. ’ I glance at Tia and she shrugs. I’ve successfully appeased both of them. Looking back, I wish I had agreed to Charlie’s Angels. That would’ve been easy! Wear tight fitting black pants and a tight fitting black top and make a gun pose all night. Simple. No, instead I let Rachel decide on Hocus Pocus. The worst part is, I don’t even know the movie all that well. Apparently it was Rachel’s favorite as a kid and Tia seemed to know it too. They told me it was a movie about three witches, so I. I live in a private world, a world of special garments that bring me comfort and pleasure. In a world of my design I would be fully dressed as a woman every day and no one would say a negative word. But would it be special then? Would I find the same pleasure if everyone was free to enjoy? Probably not.Enough questions, enough searching, my hand slides down over my nylon covered cock. Just the simple act of caressing myself brings me close. I want to cum, I want that thick creamy release and I.