This one was bad enough that it finally got to sweet, gentle Amy, who never got upset about anything. I heard the whole thing, and again it was Cindi ...hat started it. That made sense to me now. Amy got so mad she stomped out of the room, yelling, "Go to hell, bitch!" and slammed the door. I thought Amy was going to die when she stomped into the living room and saw me sitting there looking at her.What you have to understand about Amy is that she's the original goody two shoes. Except with her,. She drew a deep breath, as if making patient allowance for a naughty c***d, and stood back. "You had better come in, my boy. I see Cheryl allowed you to wear trousers and a jacket?" "Y-Yes, Mother-In-Law, but I am wearing your brassiere and panties underneath." Hmm. Upstairs at once to be dressed."His mother-in-law's bedroom excited him with its expensive perfumes, the lavishness of the musky satin d****s and one of her white corsets d****d sideways over her dressing table mirror. She didn't. They were sheer enough to see my slit and nipples. I went through my closet until I found the right dress. I slipped it on over my underclothes. I looked in the full length mirror. Not too much cleavage showing, but enough to interest a guy. My dress hem was about two inches over my knee cap. I sat down in a chair to see how much leg was showing. I wasn't showing to much, but enough to interest Jerry. Good! I stood back up, I still had a very nice figure. My breasts filled my dress without. It shifted into Whitney's. The forehead pushed out and his face became softer and his lips were fuller. His ass started protruding. It curved into a nice round ass. He had a perfect ass now! The mounds on his chest grew to a C-cup. The urge for panties and a good fingering became unbearable. He pulled off his pants. Then he removed his underwear. Juices ran down his legs. His body hair receded into his body. He slipped on the panties. His mind was deep into Whitney's. He uncontrollably reached.