After my shower I put on a long t shirt. One that barely covered my ass. The ass that was barely covered with a little black thong. By now it was 10pm...on a Friday night. Sure, I should be out doing something. But no, tonight was an ice cream and tv kind of night. I think I’ve earned it. There was a knock at my door. The first feeling that ran through me was irritation. I mean seriously? I just sat down. But I took a spoonful of ice cream and yelled “coming!” in the sweetest voice I could.I. .. prettily, don't you?" Paul'ssmooth cheeks turned rosy pink. It was as if she had read his mind. Hedidn't have the will to deny it, or even to stall for time to think.Instead he admitted, "I have always enjoyed dressing... that way. SinceI was young." She nodded and said, "I know the type. And I spoke tothat girl Janey, who you had one date with. Hmm?" "I did go out withher," he agreed forlornly. "But it didn't work too well." Zara smirkedand said, "She told me. Your penis." Her. Do you know anythingabout that?" Well, Dad," he said, "I had been looking for a job that paid more thanminimum wage and a girl I know from school was telling me she makes $100 anight as a hostess." Yes, but what does that have to do with you?" I sort of - well - stop at Cindy's house every afternoon after school,change into a slinky hostess gown and go to work." And how long have you been doing this? Is this a lifestyle choice we needto talk about?"We talked, and we talked and we talked some. “Ok, times up”, Nathan put a stop to Bekki’s pleasure though no doubt he’d be shagging her later.On the next hand, I lost. This time they dared me to give Nathan a blow job. No time limit either so I got down on all fours before him, my breasts and belly hanging down with my ample bottom sticking up in the air. I parted my legs a bit, enough to expose my arsehole and pussy. As I put my lips to his cock, there was a buzzing sound and I gasped as Bekki ran the vibrator down my spine to my arse.