The sound of a zipper brought me back to reality. Marcus was removing the thin brown dress Emma had worn to work that day. As it puddled around her hi...h heels, Emma pushed her chest out. Her lacy black bra and thong were beautiful on her tan skin. Her breasts filled the bra with the threat of overflowing and spilling out.She smiled as Marcus took her hand again and twirled her in front of me. My hard dick was leaking precum, and I knew I had the beginnings of a wet spot on my slacks. The sight. I got ready for bed when Mom came in to my room. Unfortunately, it washer day off."Have you worn my clothes before this week?" she asked. "Or Elizabeth'sclothes, too."It seemed better for me not to lie anymore, so I said, "Yes a fewtimes." And you like wearing our clothes?" I couldn't read what she wasthinking about all this from her words or her tone of voice. But I felther attitude wasn't approval."I guess so, yes," I answered. "I don't know why I did it. I willnever do it again." Well,. "Well, your mans face would suggest you go into a mens room.Your gonna have to use a stall and hope no one looks in on you.Then again if there's no stall, you sure can't pee in the urinalwith guys around. You might find yourself having to sneak intothe ladies room once in a while.", said the nurse. "Yeah, I'd look pretty dumb walking up to a urinal, unzipping my pants and just standing there without havinganything to pull out. I'd get some pretty strange looks by theothers waiting in. The hostess had gone to a Seven Sisters college in the northeast and there was a sprinkling of those oh-so-proper folks, male and female, who held their wineglasses by their bases as they exchanged cocktail party trivia. Nearly the entire institute staff was there, though, spilling out onto the patio and garden in the unseasonably warm night. And I was kept very busy, meeting them all. Carolina saw to that. Making no secret of who’d accompanied her, she stuck to me like glue. Picking her – our.