Lauren made a conscious decision that there would be no two minute romance and then bed with this young man. He was a respectable boy according to Emm... - well, from a decent family anyway - and she had a responsibility to behave properly in front of the children. Memories of the previous twenty-four hours soon brought that train of thought to a shuddering halt.He rang the doorbell at just after twelve thirty and Emma scampered along the hallway to open the door. She beamed at him as she guided. She recalled the similararousal of excitement as she would play dress-up with her sister?sclothes when she was a young boy. She would open each dresser drawerand closet door in the house and try on every stitch of clothing shecould find in a whirlwind of pleasure. Those wonderful times alwaysended in masturbation sessions and fits of shame. Not this time,though. She was Stacy, and every ounce of her was a woman, even hertiny penis.She unclasped the bra and slipped off her panties and walked. "I didn't know what kind of plants they were, officer. I never take drugs of any kind. I am innocent ... Ugh ... innocent. I am a good girl."She wilted a bit at declaring her innocence because the deputy was twisting his tool inside her like a nasty bully. Julie didn't like it at all and thought it was unprofessional of the law enforcement officer to be treating her in such a degrading manner.He just laughed and gave her back her panties to put back on and she limped over to the holding cell.. One great relief is that Sam does NOT spend her time discussing clothes and/or boys. We do find a great common ground though; telling stunts and pranks we have pulled. Sam is more overt in hers but she appreciates a little subtlety and enjoys how I convinced everyone that Tori had actually blackened my eye. I'm almost tempted not to tell her about how I got caught and how Tori reacted but I do anyway, even though it was embarrassing.Sam nearly snorts. "You talk about embarrassing? Embarrassing.