”“Hey! Maybe we are making a mistake by thinking only of things many years ago that would involve a lot of things we don’t know about or have an... way to control. Even if we went back to the night Marilyn Monroe was murdered and camped out near her house in order to film her visitors, it might be a terrible mistake to carry modern recording devices with us. Surveillance was not as easy then as it is now.”“You got that right. Besides, the Secret Service would be all over the place, anyway.”“I. It was all women’s underclothing: thong panties, lace brassiere, camisole, garter belt and nylon stockings. The color—white—and even the store to buy it from were specified. She seemed to take pleasure in my shocked look.“Don’t look so surprised, sissy girl. You know this is what you are meant to wear.”She looked at me threateningly and pointed a finger in my face. “Are we clear on this?”I faltered for a moment, gazing dumbly at her finger which only moments before had been buried in my ass.. It was all to weird for me. The girl went to the bar and prepared 2 very stiff whiskys on the rocks, took my hand and took me to the sofa, sitting next to me. She unbuttoned totally her shirt, exposing 2 firm and round breast. While I was staring amazed to them, she took my head and brought it down, putting her nipple in my mouth. At the same time she unzipped my trousers, taking my almost erected dick out and wanking it slowly. It took no long before we were both naked and me playing with her. When they got to the corner of the school I thought they would turn left and head for the front and go home, but instead they turned right and headed toward a small clump of woods at the back of the school property.Now I was curious. This looked a bit unusual. Because of the heated words I had heard from them, I thought briefly that 'Gypsy Girl' might even be in trouble. But then I decided that she was probably going into the woods to give the boys their first kiss, and they had been arguing.