He just nodded and laughed.I hobbled over to Tony, it was hard to walk in the heels with pantiesaround my ankles. With my skirts held up, I leant over...Tony's lap. Itwas a bit awkward and I had to use one hand on Tony's knee to help me."Tippy toes and hands on the floor," Susan instructed.I stretched forward and put my hands on the ground on one side of Tony.I put the pointed toes of my shoes on the ground on the other side. Inthis position, my butt was high up in the air. Susan came over. Over the past year Sara had spied on them fucking in many parts of the house. What was surprising was finding Kevin, her Aunt Jill’s boyfriend, asleep, or rather, passed out on the sofa downstairs. Sara stopped on the top step surveying the site below her; Kevin, an empty bottle of tequila, a half empty bag of herbs, and most intriguingly, a pile of abandoned clothes; blouses, jeans, bras, a skirt and panties, all of which Sara recognized as having been worn by her mother and aunt that. "Thank you Joey... thank you for making me feel like a woman again. It has been so long since I felt like this and I have missed it. And thank you for letting me be a slut. You see, when I was younger 'good girls' didn't talk like that. It wasn't proper. But I had always liked it - I like to talk dirty and be called names like slut and whore. I like calling my pussy a pussy or even a cunt. It turns me on. But I could never do that. Then when I met Alan he was such a prude, we only had sex in. On the other hand, we had declared each other girlfriend and boyfriend an hour or so ago. I was nervous, and it wasn't particularly impassioned. Still, when we gently brushed lips for a few seconds, my heart soared.We stepped apart. Kirsten looked a bit flushed, and she was breathing hard. I suppose I was in the same state. She gave me a huge smile, said, "See you, Artie," and went inside.I managed to get on my bike without hurting myself. If Mary said anything to me, I didn't hear it. We.