A low-cut frock, lacy pantaloons. Possibly from some captured ship or other lady who’d met the same fate as Beatrice. With no one to tell her other...ise, she made use of Jacqueline’s washbasin and brush. Clean, dressed, with her hair spilling in curls and waves over her shoulders, she was rejuvenated and ready for whatever the day might bring. The plans I have for you … Those had been Jacqueline’s words. And she had referred to Constance as the object of her revenge. Constance had no idea what. The three cheerleaders gathered around their basketball teams assistant coach and started stroking his shaft and squeezing his balls. This soon graduated into taking turns sucking his massive manhood into their mouths. Dick just stood there like a stone statue with his eyes closed, enjoying what was happening to him. Just before he was ready to ejaculate, the girls stopped, got up on the side of the pool and sat there with their lags spread wide. Your turn to return the favor, Dick. Lick our. Ugh, how did I ever let myself get talked into this mess? It had all started one evening, while under the influence of alcohol, Mitch had admitted to his wife, Misty, that he had once dabbled in crossdressing in his younger, more adventurous days. “What? Seriously?” Misty questioned, her face brightening instantly. “It was a long time ago,” Mitch sort of lied, after all, it had been much more recently than he cared to admit. “I gave it up years ago.” “Why?!” the petite redhead asked. A tingle between her legs caught her attention. “Ugh.” She grunted. “More?!?” Daphne tightened her abs and pushed. Another glob of futa cum caught on her blonde pubes before plopping over the drain. “Those girls, I swear.” She grinned, wiggling her wrinkled, pruney pink toe in the white stickiness. “I wonder if this is Valerie or Molly.” A mischievous delight growled in her belly as she pondered. Carrying the semen of three girls made her feel delightfully dirty. Daphne was well on her way to.