I was sitting in the living room in the half dark of twilight holding a beer that was already turning warm from neglect. She walked in and from her ac...ions she apparently hadn't see me sitting there.She looked at the picture on the wall, my favorite picture of her. It was taken during the Dinner Cruise on San Francisco bay. She was at the front of the boat leaning casually against the rail, the constant breeze on the bay streaming her long, heavy tresses of raven black hair. The background was. ”“I think you’ve had too little.”“OK, then let’s go get another.”I let my hand graze his dick in such a way that he couldn’t be sure if it was an accident or not. It wasn’t completely hard, but it was getting there.“Later,” I said, and started sucking on his neck. Orlando put his hand on my lower back while I leaned into him and started moaning after only a few seconds. There was only one thing left to do, and that was to grab his dick. Once I did that, he would do whatever I said. It was. So in full view ofthe giggling throng she removed my "Dorothy' wig with the long plaits,and replaced it with a beehive back-combed one just like Helen Shapiroused to wear on TV. I could have died while this was going on. Atleast while I was wearing the silly 'Dorothy" wig, I was sort of playingout a role. Once it came off and they could see I was actually a 13year-old boy with short hair even though wearing a lot of make-up andfalse eyelashes, it made me feel that much more silly sitting. She stepped into the hot shower and let the water run down her lean frame. It cascaded across her breasts; nipples shrinking with shock from the temperature change. She lathered up her body into thick foam and took extra care washing her still damp pussy, removing the remnants of her cum from her thighs and ass. She got to re-thinking the nights events and found herself extremely horny again.Meagan slowly slid her hands down her now slick wet belly and traced the lips of her wet pussy with her.