As a teenage crossdresser with a huge nylon and school uniform fetish, the world is a very different place to how it is now. I'm a slightly chubby boy... and my best mate is a lanky k** called Mark. We're a few months apart in age, and we're inseparable. Like all k**s our age, we spend our free time hanging around and riding our bikes together. Mark comes from a way richer family than mine. They have cable and a big TV, and a PC. I was hanging out at his one weekday during a school closure; both. Peggy gave her a stern look and headed for the kitchen.Jack could not believe his good fortune as he picked up a bar of soap and a small washcloth. He had been dealing with his crazy wife for as long as he could remember and this was the first time it ever fallen his direction. With the best straight face he could muster he dropped to his knees and slowly began to wash Tracey.?Ok, arms up?.let’s get you clean,? he said as he dismissed the washcloth and slowly started washing Tracey’s breasts. "Well, I better get out of here so you can clean yourself up, but please hurry, I really have to pee, and now I have to clean myself up too." She left the room, and I wiped my cum from the floor, cleaned my cock, and put myself back together. When I opened the bathroom door she was still standing the hallway, holding her own crotch, and bouncing around like she was about to piss herself. My cum was no smeared from her chest and stomach, she must have wiped it off with her bare hand. She was. He stirred at the memory of last night. Miss Davenshaw would be the best prize yet. ‘Of course Miss Davenshaw.’ She was of course aware of his eyes behind her. She was so used to admiring looks from men as she passed them and left them for dead that sometimes it barely registered. This time, however, she was very conscious of his gaze. Normally, she would have turned around and shot him a cool glance, a common tactic she used for deterring predators or competition in this cut throat jungle of.