"We'll start Greg on pantyhose next week," Tracy said."Also make up," Abby said."Yes, make up and jewelry," Julie said. "We should get his earspierced..." Good idea," Tracy said.I looked at Tracy with some alarm, but that was all I could do. I had totrust that Tracy knew what was best for me, and I daren't say anythingto contradict her plans. That was out of the question.***Just before I was to return home after taking off the dress and bra andputting the breast forms back in their box, I asked. "Tired of alone."Had I not drunk any brandy, I'd have left. I'm not saying I was drunk, by any stretch of the imagination, and I'm not blaming it on the booze. It's just that, in my current mental condition, the idea of staying was pretty attractive. It would have been attractive anyway, but that brandy tipped the scales toward the decision to stay.I kicked off my shoes and laid down on the bed beside her, getting under the bedspread. It was uncomfortable with my arm under me, so I wiggled it. "Alright, closing time, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."Johnny protested, but Kimmy shot him down with a few logical points about keeping things clean, allowing them to smoke up and no fouls. Johnny conceded, albeit reluctantly but slapped hands and his friends left. She sat snug on the couch and he plopped down next to her.She finally got a good look at her little brother. for the most part he had always been just that, little Johnny, but for some reason she now noticed. Now, why don’t you taste it? Give it a good bath with your tongue.”I look up into her eyes and nod as I stick out my tongue. She lays her dick on the top of my tongue. It really doesn’t taste all that bad. Kind of musky and a little salty, but it’s kind of good. I slide my tongue up and down the shaft of her cock. “That’s it, you’re doing great.”Slowly she slides the head of her cock inside my mouth just as Bianca’s tongue starts to push against my butthole. “Now wrap those beautiful lips of.