She then told to get dressed in my new clothes while we talked some more. I slipped on the panties. My cock was starting to get very hard. Sable asked...what fem name I would like. I always liked Vicky so that is what I decided.I slipped the bra on, clasping it from the front, and turned it around to position it correctly. I then sat to slip the thigh highs on. I was very glad I decided to shave my legs early that day. The feeling of the silk was very intoxicating. I slipped the heels on and. .. But I...” Lisa assumed Cindy was giving her son an earful.“We’re at Josh’s house. Tim and I crashed here last night.”“No, Mrs. Stevens was here. That’s how we ended up here. Tim and I gave her a ride home.”“Yea, we heard you and ... But ... No, Mom. We did not go into the bar. Mrs. Stevens was outside the bar when we pulled up.”“No, Mom. It was just her. She was waiting for a taxi. She wasn’t with any guy.”“Yes, I should have called, but it was late, and I figured you would be in bed.”“Josh. So when Steve rang me to say he was sailing Birubi from Levington (Suffolk Yacht Harbour) to Maldon, where he was going to do certain work on her, and would I like to go along, I didn't have to think too long before saying yes. The fact I would have to get to Levington (not the most accessible place in the world unless you want to leave your car there) and we would be leaving at two in the morning to catch the tide ... minor detail. That Birubi had a foul bottom, despite recent anti-fouling and. It was a quiet rather narrow street with severe but genteel lookingterraced houses. It was not quite as grand as Eaton Square at the bottomof the street, or Belgrave Square more or less round the corner at thetop of the street, but it was still an opulent area.Brian directed the taxi driver to a row of large, rather plain, whitestucco terrace houses near the start of the street on their left handside. There were three houses in the row, each with its own entrance,although Mandy knew that at.