Dad wet a washcloth for me and said you have to clean up I don't want Olivia catching us.I sat slumped on the counter, in a pool of dads cum still dri...ping from my pussy. Oh fuck that was fuckin great. I rubbed dads cum into my pussy and wiped my fuckhole with the washcloth thinking I'm a virgin no more. I was thinking about what mom said how she was so turned on telling me how they fucked like an(i)mals. I could just imagine being raveged, fucked like a slut. I got some lube from my nightstand. She too looked around and smiled at me, “Now that you mention it, yes they do, don’t they? I’m probably the worst. I have a bad habit of not using the stairs. If I want something from a distant room, I don’t think twice about blinking to get it.”I grinned as I had noticed I was also developing that habit. It was a bloody useful skill and saved me a lot of travelling time. I was still having an issue with transmogrification. I’d been trying to learn how to do it like Justin and Kim, but it just. She said to Spencer. “Wait over there” and pointed at a small wooden bench. And to Carly. "Please young lady, follow me". Three hours later Carly reappeared dressed in a black satin from head to toe accented with bits of pink. Spencer almost couldn’t contain himself. The shopkeeper was in close behind.“The young lady has exquisite taste. She gave me the address where the rest of the items are to be delivered. We expect payment at delivery” She handed him the invoice and Carly walked to the. I have developed quite an urge to cross dress, and have become very curious as to what it would be like to be with another man. I guess I would be kidding myself if I said that my curiosity is a new thing. Certainly the signs were there as I was growing up, but how does anyone really know what are normal thoughts and feelings for an adolescent boy? I've always enjoyed pictures of beautiful women in silky lingerie, and now I not only enjoy the way they look, I picture myself dressed as they are..