He walked in first and then I did. Set your stuff on that bunk he said. Then let me show you your present.He reached into his bag and pulled out black...thigh highs. Ohh thigh highs? I said.He reached into his bag again and pulled out a pair of black heels.And heels? I’ve always wanted to buy heels and thigh highs but I was afraid I would get caught by my folks.Take off your clothes and put these on, he said.I did as he said. I removed all of my clothes and sat on the bunk behind me. He was on. Tim had always secretly wanted to get "sloppy seconds" with Cindy after she'd fucked another guy and the man whose cum was inside her pussy was his own father. He got Cindy naked, leaving her clothes and his strewn all along the floor on the way to their marital bed, and as he spread Cindy's legs, he could see his father's cum seeping from between her well-fucked pussy lips. He almost went down on her and ate her pussy out, not caring that his father's jizz was there and he'd be sucking it too. Then Riff and I positioned her under the ropes as the others cleared away the mats and attached the vines to her ankles, the boots protecting her soft skin as the ropes encircled them tightly.Strong men leaned into the work of pulling on the ropes while others supported Beth’s nude body. Her feet went up, her head flopped down, and her legs spread wide as the ropes slid smoothly over the branches above, and there she was: upside down and spread wide, her head at waist height above the forest. R.L., had ended, Halloween night had turned into a wicked witch of a tempest. They left the party in the back room of Bison Crap lounge where they often met in the privacy and seclusion often associated with crossdressing groups and hurried across the parking lot to their car in short, mincing steps. In the shelter of May?s sedan, they looked forward to a safe ride through the hills back to their motel. May and April?s wives were less than accepting of their husbands? peculiar predilections, so.