Imagine his shock to find the sissy blue dress and the frothy whitepetticoat hung up there, filling the hanging space where his jeansusually hung. Wor...e still the base of the compartment was cleared of histrainers and a pair of girl's unworn white courts in his size, sizefive, rested neatly beside a cream leather clutch handbag still withit's label on from the swanky ladies store in town.He quickly opened the other door, and with relief he found his otherjeans, and his trainers, now squeezed. "I could've been killed because you dropped your fucking phone? I should sue the life out of you! Your insurance better damn well cover this!" Oh my gosh, Stacy thinks, wondering what he's going to say when she tells him her insurance policy lapsed just the day before because she forgot to renew it. Not only that, but she and her husband just spent a couple thousand dollars adding some improvements and repairs to their house. They don't have the money to fix his car, at least not right now--!. Here she was minutes after watching her son masturbate, on her bed half naked, fucking herself with her own fingers. She was horny and wanted some cock badly.In her lust drunk mind, she saw the imaginary guy on her, fucking her. She felt his prick slamming into her, over and over again, the frenzy was building. She was nearly there. She could feel the pressure growing inside her, could feel her mouth grow dry and with the sudden, violent arching of her back, she came,Gushing over her fingers,. I knew that she didn’t particularly like me, and that she was angry with me as well. And I knew she now expected me to drop them in it. Me, the Head Girl, or ‘Miss Goody Two-shoes’ as they all liked to call me. It was painful, because I’d had a crush on Kate for as long as I could remember. She was bright, good looking, popular and, not incidentally, had the most wonderful, long, firmly muscled legs I’d ever seen. I always felt clumsy beside her, and I guess I was a bit jealous.If I told the.