“Or you and me could skinny dip.”“I’ll be right in what I got on,” I replied coldly.He led me to a back room which he had filled with potted...plants, the hot tub sitting in its dead center. “After you,” he motioned. I took off my heels and stockings and tried to figure out how I was going to clamber into the tub without giving Jimmy a show. Eventually I gave up and just moved as quickly as I could without slipping.“Woo-ee!” Jimmy shouted. “Miss Mary Beth, you are fuckin’ livin’ it up today! Big. Listen Christine if you thought that your last orgasm was awesome wait until you feel the one you get from a really good fuck. But&hellip,but&hellip,it will hurt! I tried again to stave off the inevitable. Okey&hellip,okey, Ill just put the head in, okey? he said using the argument that every young girl in history must have heard just before being deflowered. We both knew that it was a lie. Before I could object again he entered my cunt. I could feel my nether lips open wider and wider as the. ” He uses such big words, but I knew what he meant. He wanted to play dress-up.We went up to his room, and he showed us the growing collection of girls’ clothes he was hiding in his bottom dresser drawer. Not just a skirts or blouses, either. I mean, really sexy stuff — a sheer white nightgown and something he called a teddy that was made of sky-blue lace. He put that on that for us, and some blue stockings, and lipstick and rouge he got at the drugstore, and tissues in the cups, and — wow! I. Maybe I should allow other men to fuck you both, besides me,” he teased.“Whatever would be your enjoyment, we’ll do for you, our husband,” Jenny said.Scott took a few minutes to check over the Mercedes’ condition. The engine compartment, clean when he first saw it, was covered in brownish-red dirt. Some of the black paint was wearing off on the rear fenders, revealing the grey underneath.Much to his appreciation, both his wives stripped off their clothes before eating their lunch. They stood.