What little there had been that is. I was also very blond andsoftly curled already as I leaned back under the running water in thecontoured sink to ha...e the rest of the bleach rinsed out. What troubled memost wasn't the pink top I wore but the fact that I looked too much like agirl before any of the girl stuff was added.What bothered me after that was how cute I did look and it wasn't simplySusan and Sally saying so. The only good news was that no one, not even mymother, Susan promised would. I was looking elsewhere, had even half strayed once or twice, and he, judging by the aching looks at Susannah that began to linger a little too long as this drunken get together progressed, was doing the same. More than giving in to Susannah's persistence, perhaps the truth was that I had stopped caring. Or so I thought.Having poured yet another whisky and ginger, I began my walk back to the lounge to discover that Susannah had wasted no time in taking her chance. I arrived at the doorway in. Then I slowly caressed her thighs and lifted her skirt under her blanket, this time she parted her legs gave way for my hands to touch her panty. I slipped my hands under her panty touched her pubic hair and slid my finger inside her vagina. She was totally wet at that area. Mean while I took her hand placed it on my pant zip which was already open. She slid her hands inside the pant, inside my panty and caught my tool which was strong in 90 degree. All this was happening in semi sleeper a/c. I assumed she was talking about seductive Belly Dancing.“No, but watch Stacy dance. It’s hilarious,” Juliette told the girls to turn on some music and demonstrate for me. I expected a slow jazzy stripper song when Becky turned on the stereo.I didn’t expect Gucci Mane by Go Head to be played in this quaint little farmhouse. Stacy didn’t make eye contact with me. She knew her mother and sister were going to laugh when she started dancing.She turned around and held her ass cheeks apart. I could.