"No the house is not in a mess. It's like a new pin. But I'm not dressedappropriately..." I wouldn't have time to clean off all my makeup andchange ba...k into being a man. I had just spent half an hour or sosticking on my false finger nails."Harriet, Honey. I don't care what you're wearing. You could be dressedas a French maid and I wouldn't mind..." I am dressed as a French maid," I explained."Really? Cool. It doesn't bother me. Does it bother you? I bet you lookreally cute. Now please can I. Electricity seemed to pass between them as they gently nibbled each other's lips."Wow" said Bobby, conscious of the fact that his penis was growing erect. "I had no idea kissing felt this good." He took another good look at his sexy blond stepsister, the sun shown in her hair making her more radiant than usual. Her T-shirt outlined her pert tits and the nipples were perfectly defined.He had been masturbating for a little over a year now, and, along with several models, movie stars and girls. I took in the scent and started stroking my cock again. I kept redrawing the image of us having sex last night, on the couch where I got her to give me a "special gift", at the kitchen where I licked her pussy, and here in my room where we did a lot of fucking. I shot my cum into the air. It flew high and down to the bed.I looked forward and realized my sitter did't close the door. And at the end of the hall, was a girl peeping on me with innocence and shame in her eyes. Of course I knew who. With your arms pinned to your sides you can hardly move as the first man steps up to you, ‘let’s see what she’s wearing under these things’ you try to kick out by he grabs your flailing legs and holds them tight, sliding his hand up your thigh. ‘Please don’t do this’ you beg him. The man behind you grunts ‘hey I’m not gonna hold her while you have all the fun!’ and the 1st man lets your legs go and walks off. You panic as he comes back with a long coil of rope, kicking your legs from under you.