He smiled at the budding female reflection and blew himself akiss.Now for the uniform. He unbuttoned the shirt and slid his arms into thesleeves. He f...stened the buttons and went in search of one of sarah'sschool ties. He found one draped neatly over the vanity mirror. Hesecured this around his collar and checked for length in the mirror.'Very nice,' he thought as his breasts pushed gently against the fabricof the shirt.He picked up the skirt and unzipped it at the side, stepped in pulled itup. Her blue short skirt and white blouse were stunning and Mr. Jackson liked it. When she sat down he had caught a glimpse of her thong before her legs crossed. Mr. Jackson was getting a little hard. ‘So Miss Torres, tell me about yourself.’ He asked, doing the formal interview bullshit that came with it. She rambled on about her job and her experience at her previous job. Mr. Jackson pretended to be interested as he wanted to stick his cock in her cunt so he played it cool. ‘If you could please. We both got it this way for a while, then I told Ryan, “Pull out a second. I wanna see.”He backed off and I got up to get back where I could see Tim fucking Mom. He had it up her butt alright. A couple times he pulled back and out all the way and she was just gaping wide open. It was really cool.Ryan said, “Come on, Tim, I wanna try.”“Fuck you, man, you’ve got Chelsea”Mom’s voice kind of floated up. “Tim, honey, give your brother a turn. You’ve got to learn to share.” I thought that was pretty. We met outside of school during our lunch hour. She didn’t even know that I had a date the night before. But she knew something was different about me. That’s how well this girl knew me. I think that she was a bit embarrassed to ask me directly so she led off with the question ‘did you finally get accepted to Marquette?’ ‘No nothing like that. ‘ I replied. ‘Then you must have had sex last night!’ I was certain that the first question was just a lead in. She could tell just by looking into my.