"Oh Trish, you're really harmless now, aren't you? We girls are certainly safe from your tiny baby-maker."She opened a new package of silky pink stoc...ings, and soon had the fussing boy wearing them. She adjusted each garter to a uniform tautness. "Now, Trish, I expect you to keep your hosiery wrinkle-free."It was time for his first dress. He hadn't seen it before this moment. His stepmother had chosen to put his in a pink cocktail dress for his feminine debut. He was obliged to raise his. As I cradled it, it began growing in my hand…I continued to nibble on his earlobe. In less than a minute, he was as hard as he was last night when he was pounding my holes like crazy. I let go his nice thick cock and moved my hand away.I then opened up the jelly pot and I poured the lube onto my fingers."Do not dare to move, dear…" I whispered on his ear.With my lubed up fingers, I began to insert them into his little tiny asshole.I slipped in one finger, then a second and then wriggled them. I loved that room. It was a corner room and had an excellent view of Boston Harbor . I walked down the hall exchanging the requisite pleasantries with the people that I passed in the hall. I stopped briefly to talk to Peter who was in accounting for a moment and turned to continue down the hall. When I looked forward there “she” was. I swear my heart skipped a beat as she took my breath away. She was wearing a gray pant suit with a white blouse that was buttoned to her. ’ The girls had been chuckling or snickering during this exchange, and Pat remarked: ‘Who with whom and how?’ ‘Yeah, something like that,’ I replied. More snickers, and Jean suggested: ‘Everyone with everyone, every way.’ ”Every which way’,’ Mary added, and we all agreed with snorts. ‘That, for sure,’ Trish agreed. Then we were silent, hands find each other’s bodies, intimate parts familiarly, moving together to find those of the others. I wanted to see them all again, but no one suggested.