I was already dripping wet from the kisses I recevied from him eariler. I was so aroused that I could have flooded the whole island with my pussy juic...s. I was feeling so good that after each thrust with his fingers I made a soft moan or gasp. I felt his dick growing hard as he had his finngers deep in my pussy. He stopped touching me, probably because it felt like his dick was going to bust its frist nut all over my ass. “turn over.” I heard him say to me. When I did, he pushed me down onto. She looked at me and seemed happy, but alittle concerned."Bonnie, do you think this is okay? I mean to let him dress up like agirl. He's so young, that I don't think it should be a big deal, butstill I worried about it after I suggested we let him put on your olddress." Oh Mom, don't worry. Kids his age play dress up all the time. Besides,he is so happy. I think he feels like he is part of our little group now,you know what I mean?"She nodded her head indicating that she understood my point. ”I might have guessed. Terry is Mitzi’s neighbor, and as of quite recently, a lover to us both. For someone who once said he didn’t like tgirls, he has developed quite an appetite.For those of you who haven’t seen Pulp Fiction, it’s a crime thriller made up of three stories set in LA in the nineties. The third story is about two hitmen who accidentally shoot a passenger and end up covered in the poor chap’s blood and brains. It’s broad daylight, and the film has a realist aspect that means it. ..."Good morning baby," she beamed through those full and pouty melon flavored lips. "Morning sexy," I said lovingly.I looked at her eyes and saw a familiar look. I knew right away that she was freshly fucked. A pang went through me like a dagger and although I shouldn't have, I felt betrayed.Why not just cancel having breakfast with me? But why should she? She'd done nothing wrong...."Huh baby....?" she said again, looking at me quizzically. "What's that babe, I missed your question," I said.