My mind was still roiling over confronting Ross’ abuse. It made little sense for me to be so emotional over things that happened to someone else, bu... using Ross’ body must have left me susceptible to his emotions. Jeanette chose to give me space.Her house was in the country not far outside of town. It was neat, clean, and attractive, just like Jeanette. The furniture was chosen with care and set off each room, giving it an independent personality. Jeanette gave me the fifty-cent tour, which was. .. yes,” Stick admitted.Much to our complete shock, we walked in on Krista Adams, Stick’s long-neglected wife, in the arms of a much older and heavier man. Even more to my astonishment, Aunt Molly seized the machete from Chesty, and apologized to her quickly. Then my aunt hacked the man to death with it as well as her dagger. Pretty quickly, Uncle Curtis caught on and joined her, making short work of the bastard. Krista shrieked, pissed, and ran out of the room in terror. We were all quite. "You'd better not get any on the carpet!" he snapped and just in the nick of time I managed to position my cupped spare hand to catch the large thick gobs of cum that spurted from my throbbing cock.As I caught my breath after shooting my load I looked up at the camera. My God! If anyone saw this they would think I was a real pervert, jerking myself off while dressed in female underwear and teetering in a pair of high heels. "Eat it" Steve said in a persuasive manner from behind the video. When myfather came to collect me, he went mad and said I could never go roundthere to play again."But what's wrong with wearing a dress?" I asked."Dresses and skirts are for girls," he replied."But my friend Kenny wears skirts," I protested."Kenny's from Scotland and they're kilts," he replied.But I'm Terri now. I have a wardrobe full of skirts and dresses in allstyles. I love the freedom that some skirts give and the way thatothers which are more figure hugging show off my womanly curves. .