I said "what the fuck are you doing here dean" he said "I think the question is what the fuck are you doing with your sisters panties on" I was so emb...rrassed I had no words to say. I went to walk out the room so I could get changed he stood in the door way and said "where the fuck are you going I have pictures of what you was just doing saved to my phone, I will delete them if you give me a hand job" I didn't want anyone to find out so I said "ok but if I do it do you promise to delete them". I don't want you for a wife or anything else." Helen hollered to her, "Grab your box of things and get out of here." "Who in hell is that?" Carol hollered. She was madder than a wet hornet. "It's Helen." I said, "She has no trouble with me dressing as a woman." “I’m going to call the police,” hollered Carol. "Your stuff is on the porch in boxes, get them and get out of here." Since she stood outside hollering cusses, I called the police and they came right over, arrested her for bad checks. I leaned over and kissed her, holding her head in my hands, then moved down and spread her legs. Moving in between them, I lowered my head to her crotch and nuzzled my face into her fabric-covered pussy. She realized what I was about to do as I hooked my finger under the front of her thong and pulled it to one side.“Oh God, Rob, don’t do that. I haven’t washed down there since this morning. I’ll be all sweaty, and gross, and o-o-o-o-h shit...”Before she could finish telling me why she didn’t. . hell no! I was just dancing with you because . . . No.” Peter knew his defensiveness was transparent but he had to maintain his façade of defiance if only for his own sense of well-being. Back at the table, Mistress Ishtar chuckled as Peter slid into the seat next to her. The Black gentleman slid into the booth across from them. “You were so right Ishtar, his little cock was hard the entire time. And the way he was grinding his ass on me, I can tell he’s going to be one hot fuck.” “I told.