’ Rude was irritated, Reno’s pride was hurt. That made for a rather volatile cocktail and he didn’t want to press the issue anymore. He stared o...f blankly at the wall. ‘Thank you.’ The reply was clipped as Rude folded open the papers and tried to find where he had been. After a moment, he added, ‘…and I’m sorry I snapped at you. I’m just a bit tired today…’ ‘S’arright,’ Reno muttered, tugging on the laces of his shoe. His back rested against the sofa, his shoulder close enough he could feel. With her other hand, she grasped Carla’s hair and tilted her head up so that her nose was pressed into Doris’ mound. “Breathe,” she commanded. Carla did as she was told. She had no other choice really, for she had been holding her breath as the stinging on her bottom began to intensify. She inhaled deeply and found that the smell of Doris’ sex was a heady mixture of sweet and salt. She was reminded the smell of hot sand, sunscreen and ocean air. She tentatively stuck out her tongue, wanting to. "They'll love your outfit" he shouts as he descends the stairs...I reach for the next box, it contains a school uniform outfit, not your cheap tacky hen night one, a proper one, the skirt looks VERY short though, it's more like a tartan belt !There are white fishnet hold ups, what kind of school has them in the uniform I chuckle to myself, next box, a collar and a leash, next box, a clutch bag, I open it, lube, condoms, small bottle of mouthwash and a lipstick...I complete my transformation, I. “Oh, the weather is perfect today,” I told her. The moment I looked back at her to say this, I found out that she had pulled back her seat, and was soundly asleep, placidly. I felt like an actor ridiculed, or a humorist with everybody mocking at him in a comedy. I inclined my seat too, withdrew the arm rest that separated both passengers, and went to sleep too. Before I closed my eyes, I turned back to study her again: she was not too beautiful or cute, she had a regular face with too much make.