Now, let’s get the Santa suit on you.’ Instead of getting falling down drunk, imagine refusing alcohol during the holidays? ‘No thank you, I’v... had quite enough to drink. One beer is more than enough for me.’ Instead of crashing your car and being arrested for DWI with that transvestite hooker, again, imagine not needing a designated driver, after attending the company Christmas party. ‘That apple cider eggnog was delicious. Now that I see you in the bright light, I don’t think you’re a woman.. But it was useless. The cop apparently saw nothing but an empty cab, andlater remembered, that a mechanic had fixed the car and Doug had drivenaway. The mechanic would remember likewise, though he wasn't exactly surewhat the problem had been. The Mercedes had started by itself and drivento Doug's home. His neighbors would swear at the inquiry they'd seen Dougentering his house.As the strange car cleared the traffic jam, Doug brought himself undercontrol."Who are you? What's going on?" he asked. "Wow, sweet deal!" I enthused. "My apartment is an artist studio with big open spaces. I love it to bits but it doesn't compare to this!" We stopped admiring the gardens and went to park around the side of the building. I shot off a text to my best friend where I would be for the night and then jumped out of the suv and into the fresh evening air. With Chris leading the way, we walked up to a side door, up a few stairs to an elevator and then a pause as we waited for it to arrive. We piled. "Look girls, I think Jason likes his new clothes," Lisa observed.Immediately the other three girls looked directly at his crotch,giggling and laughing, which caused Jason to again turn beet red fromhead to toe. Susan, no longer bashful reached out with her tiny handand slipped it into Jason's panties and gently took his small cock inhand. "Yep! Jason definitely likes these panties," said Susan as sheslowly stroked him. This brought howls from the other girls as theyfell to the bed and.