I assumed girl but I stillwasn't one hundred percent sure.Mom yelled at me to get in the house the moment she got the door open andthen she started ta...king politely to Casey.Soon Casey was in my room and since we were about the same size, she wastrying on my girl's cloths and doing a fashion show.I wasn't really buying it. I'd pulled on some boy's cloths from the otherside of my closet and I was laying on my pink bedspread, trying to be asmacho as I could muster.Soon she was sitting next to me. Eventually I began to whimper as he slid his finger a little deeper inside my sweetness and as I looked down I realized how wet I was, soaking his car seat with a visible wet spot between my opened legs. He scissored my tight little sweetness between his fingers as I began to squeeze and pump my hand in a tight frantic little rhythm. I heard him breathing and moaning in which really turned me on, since I never heard a grown man moan and groan like this, much less holding his cock and going up. Cindy stood in front of me, ramrod straight. I wasn’t going to tear any clothes, but I wasn’t being particularly gentle about removing them from her either. She started to help. I pushed her hands away.“I’ll undress you,” I said. “I want to see your body revealed at my own pace. Just stand there while I look at the slope of your shoulders and the hollow of your neck. I want to trace the curve of your breasts. I want to pinch your nipples until they are so hard you ache for release. And look at. "Jason, this is Tina, my wife. And this is Susan, her best friend. Ladies, this is Jason Ellerbee. He's gonna work with me on the project." Hi, Jason," Tina said."Hello," Susan said. Her blue eyes brightened and she smiled.Jason sat down. Susan nudged a basket of chips in his direction."Have some. This place has good salsa."Jason's brow knit. "Chips an' salsa in a southern catfish joint ... Hmmm..."Susan giggled. "Oh we're VERY multicultural around here." She smirked. "An' one of the cooks is.