Quincy nodded. ‘Very well,’ he said. He turned to Janey, who was now facing the crowd. ‘Let’s start off with…hmmm…let’s try red.’ Righ... Said Fred’s song ‘I’m Too Sexy’ began to play as Quincy once again made a show of walking around Janey. He stopped directly behind her. Then he reached around from behind her and placed a hand on her belly. Janey’s hair became a fiery red, followed by her bra and then panties. Then her fishnet stockings turned red, starting from the top and working its way to. She inserted a fingertip and rubbed all around the outside. By this time she was so wet and her cunt was throbbing. She continued dancing to the music around getting closer and closer to the guys at the edge of the bean bags. Next she sat down right in front of the edge of the bags and placed her booted feet on Mahesh’s shoulders.He was staring right at her pussy. She stroked her slit, up and down, letting my fingers penetrate the folds and get really wet and she offered her wet fingers to. And what was the point to being in college if she wasn’t going to have fun? Ouch… her knee hit the underside of the steering wheel and she winced. Especially if when she was old she was going to feel like this all the time. For some reason whenever she didn’t get enough sleep her knees ached horribly. Making a face, she checked herself in the review mirror… traces of last night’s make-up were still visible around her eyes, but it did nothing to cover up the bags. Damn… she needed more sleep.. " Her face remainedstiff and she was unwilling to yield any ground.She continued to accuse me, "You know if you wanted to wear my clothesyou could have asked me for permission, there's no shame in being aTransgendered person these days." The direction of the discussion hadtaken a terrible turn, I tried to invent a more logical explanation thatwould save me from the shame that was nearly overwhelming me. I said,"Trust me, I'm not Transgendered, there has to be some other reason whyyour lingerie.