I used a hair brush from my wife’s side of the bathroom vanity. Then, I rubbed some of her lotion on most of my body. She would be home Sunday after...oon and I was determined to live my last full day, before her return, as much of a woman as possible. I washed the thigh highs in the bathroom sink and hung them over the shower door to dry. Then, I washed my breast forms in the sink and patted them dry, leaving them on the sunny window sill in the bedroom. Finally, I took the remaining clothes to. I had a endless supply of them . At school I became very popular with the boys and male teachers . I had a good grade point so staying after school to help with grading papers was not uncommon for me to do. My favorite teacher was Mr. Dan Cox just twenty four and his first teaching job. I fell in love with him the first time I laid my eyes on him, but so did all of the other girls in his class. I have a girl friend that is just about as slutty as me . Helen loves pussy and cocks and was all. I smiled to myself, wondering if she was wearing stockings or pantyhose. Truth be known, I loved them both. The feel as my hand moved slowly along an inner thigh, looking for a response. A change in breathing, a slight tremble, a shift in the position of the hips, sliding toward me perhaps. Or the slight spreading of thighs, a signal to continue the journey.How much I loved the feel of nylon against my skin. My mouth kissing and licking, teasing as it reached the soft skin at the top of a. “Boisterous boys don’tbother me a bit.”The truck pulled up and the two young workers piledout, pulling their gloves and caps out of the backseat. They both wore faded jeans and work boots withpaint stains on them. Over their thickly muscledtorso’s, they two men work “wife beater” t-shirts andeach sported a three day stubble on their chins.One of the pair was about average size, six feet tallor so. Karin, however, was struck by the appearance ofthe other. He.