Chandra was keeping busy in the kitchen, while I tried to concentrate on the TV screen in front of me…the sexual tension was heavy by then, and I wa... sure that I wasn’t the only one that felt horny as hell. I turned to asked her to come join me on the couch, but stared mesmerized at the picture playing off in front of my eyes. Chandra was washing a strawberry under the tap, stroking it lightly with her fingers, seemingly forgetting that she was not alone. Slowly, softly she broke the small. I certainly knew that boys generally did not dress as girls,but I simply could not stop doing it. I guess on some level I always knewI might get caught, but I never really thought it would happen. I gotcareless and this was the result.I looked down sheepishly at the dress my mother had made me wear. It wasblack, fitted on top and flared at the hip. The hem was just above myknees, and I knew I looked good in it. I had worn it in private severaltimes before."You look quite pretty, Jennifer. You. She asked me if I had ever tried anal. And I replied “no” and then she just moved away from my body and went over to her backpack once more this time she came back with a small back box, a cloth bag, and a harness she toke the harness on and I looked at it in confusion. Where it suddenly came to me that when she asked about anal it wasn’t meant as in, I gave it to her it was as in she gave it to me. She spread out my legs and started to touch and lick my asshole. It was really sensitive. She. Harold spent the next evening with Jay and me in our dorm room while the girls were away. He said that he and Charlene were doing swaps with us as well as with an upperclassmen couple. He seemed a bit nervous, so Jay told him to tell us if he wanted to, or not tell us and that was fine. He hemmed and hawed, and finally said, “What I say stays here, right?” We assured him it would. He and Charlene had started swapping with the upperclassmen about a month ago, usually once a week. At first it was.