Although, Tim had been in this room many times it had always seemed fairly empty. Now it looked like a department store. He guessed correctly that thi... treasure trove of feminine clothing was for their benefit.They were 'wound up' and excited at the prospect of dressing up as girls and, consequently, they were being silly and noisy. But Barbara was very much in command. When they saw the racks of dresses Leslie, Keith, Peter and Tim rushed over to them, each pulled a dress off the rack and,. You taste wonderful and I pull your panties down exposing your pussy... all neatly trimmed... I kiss and lick you moving down until I can taste your moistness... yummy it tastes better than the meal we have shared... I lick your opening running my tongue over your clit... my fingers slip inside you... babe you feel so good and my tongue soon follows... I open your pussy up with my fingers as my mouth caresses and kissed your public hair, your clit and flicks inside your wet opening... your legs. Light and fruity, just like his kisses. She sat and looked at him with heat in her eyes."That is a rather long story I am afraid," he said, taking a sip of his own."So? You have a date?" she said, licking her lips and running her foot up his leg."As a matter of a fact, yes, I do," he said with a wry smile. "So, Hollywood starlets. I was working in Los Angeles, oh, three, four years ago I guess, and ran into this guy at a bar." Samantha raised her eyebrows at this. "Well, I don't play tennis, so. I watched her go downstairs and watched her hesitate several times. At last she pulled the t shirt down, forgetting it made her tits stand out even more, and turn into the kitchen.I heard simple conversation for a few minutes before everything went silent. I had to be careful, but I did manage to peak around the corner. Marg was sitting on a stool while the father was behind her. The t shirt was raised just above her pussy and while the father felt her tits his son kissed Marg. Both of them.