"Let's take it from the beginning, shall we? You're right about those dresses inside there, I have taken them from women I have had sex with. More par...icular, I have stolen them while having sex and left them 'in a situation', so to speak. You've seen me in action, so you know I'm not bullshitting"I once more nodded an affirmation."As for why, it's hard to say. I get a kick out of it, but only keep the clothes as a memory, not for any kind of fetishism or cross-dressing kind of stuff. Think of. Come on Sara, we’ve got heaps of movies, I’m sure we’ll find something you like.” Alex jumped up from the table, knocking his chair over and almost falling on his butt in the process.“Hey, slow down there cowboy!” We all burst out laughing as Sara admonished him, leaving Alex turning bright red with embarrassment. “There’s no need to rush around like a goof, let’s go pick a movie.”Sara held out her hand to Alex, smiling at him encouragingly. Alex stumbled over his chair again, resulting in. It was 12:30 when I woke up and I was hungry. That's a good sign; maybe I won't die after all. I took a shower, being very careful with the bruised parts of my body and face. Getting dressed, I headed out to get some lunch and maybe some liquid pain killer. As I got to my door, someone knocked on it, hard. It was more a pounding than knocking. What the hell? I opened the door to find Randy standing there. He didn't look in the best of moods. I took a step back and looked at him for a short. Sally nodded and glanced at her father's crotch. His penis was still semi rigid and pushing against the fabric of his boxers. Quickly diverting her eyes, Sally slid off the bed on the opposite side from her father. She went to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water before returning to her parents' room.Marc was next to go into the bathroom. Sally sat on the bed and watched her mom match a pair of slacks and a shirt for her father's golfing that day. Anne took a clean pair of boxers.