She did all this with her back mostly to me, but I could see enough to know what she was doing. She seemed to be considering what might have happened,...how her panties might have ended up with wet spots all over them. Wet spots that smelled like cum. I stood there, astonished, with a towel wrapped around my waist as I watched what happened next. Mrs Gordon wiped her finger across a wet stain, brought it up to her nose, sniffed it again, and then brought it down to her mouth. Her tongue poked out. They were pleased to be greeted by a panty lesscheerleader and lead to get changed. The girls informed them that thiswas a cheerleader slumber party and if they wanted to stay they had todress the part. Each of the boys were fitted with their own miniskirt andsent on to the family room. Once there, they were sat in a big circle andas instructed the girls began teaching the boys how to get them off withtheir fingers occasionally switching to the girl on the other side. Theboy's cocks were rock. She spent a lot of timescreaming at me that I was some kind of pervert. Maybe I was. Shestormed off to her mothers, and it took us sometime before wewere talking again. When we did get back to talking I said it wassomething I always did. For as long as I can remember I had worngirl's clothes at any opportunity. I took my sisters clothes whenI was younger. She was a year older than me and they fitted meperfectly. I even wore her panties into school under my trousers.I used to love getting. Jack leans down to kiss the woman he loves. This time his tongue invades her mouth and she swirls her own around it. Not wanting to pull up for air, he eventually feels her hands tugging back on the curly black hair above his neck.“I should feed you,” Marian sys. “And you should go throw a tarp over what’s left of the dirt pile.”“Why don’t I throw you on that dirt pile and eat you out on top of the mud.” His joke incites a sharp intake of breath from Marian. She might actually go for that.