Or, to be more precise, the attention that the outfits she'd been wearing had been getting. She kind of knew about some of the lustful stares that had...come her way from the guys she passed in the hallways, or the looks of disgust from other girls ... but they hadn't consciously registered with her.But while Emily had gotten plenty of attention – both good and bad – for dressing like a tramp the past few days, she'd managed to bury that in the back of her mind. For when she'd dressed the way. Thank GodI only have to do it once or twice a year. But when I go, it seems as if theuniverse itself conspires against me to make me miserable.So this past year, I was in the store with my mom picking out trousers, and Igot six or seven to try on. I entered the fitting-room and tried them on,selected a few, and handed them back to my mother. Then I got several shirtsand some underwear and socks. I even got a new pair of trainers. I hate goingshopping for clothes, but when I do I get everything. Thinking that maybe Kim wouldn't want to do things with her anymore."Well," Kim responded seeing the look of concern on her cousin and lovers face. "It was very exciting, and it made me cum so hard I thought I would faint. But, it was not as nice and loving as when we do it."Sally sighed in relief, being reassured that she and Kim would still be lovers.The two girls walked back to the house and found their mom's sitting on the porch. They sat down in the glider near them."How are you two. I applied more suction to his crown and then let my lips slide down over the head and onto the shaft. I groaned inwardly as I tasted the salty-sweet precum on my tongue.“Can you keep your mouth shut?” I asked him.“Huh? Y-yes, of course.”“Good. Then I feel better doing this.”I took his tip into my mouth and began to slide it down my throat. It almost felt like a python devouring its prey. I giggled to myself, watching his face. Poor Billy didn't know what to make of his own sister taking his.