"Yeah, if you kick my ass they'll shovel all day too." He stood, extending to his full height of six foot two inches."Shake on it?" I asked, extending...my right hand. Douglas weighed about two hundred pounds, but for a big man, he had small hands. They looked soft, like he didn't have much of a grip. I was taking a chance, but to me, walking away was not an option. I tried not to think about how pissed Dale would be if he knew what I was going to attempt.Three seconds after our hand touched I. On the day of the party I was sitting nude on the bedand Marcella was painting my toe nails. By the time shehelped pull on the black stockings she said she hadnever seen me so hard and wet.When she finished I looked at myself in our mirror.Natural looking black wig, beautiful make up with redlips, short black party dress that showed the tops ofmy black stockings and garters, and high heels. Fuckbut I turned myself on. My throbbing cock was barelycontained in my soaked silk panties.Marcella did. Moments later the man came back in the room and took a photo of his wife, he then used his thumbs to move the cum out of her eyes and she opened them, flash, another photo was taken. He passed her a towel and left the room, the lights in the house suggested he’d gone upstairs and before I knew it he was in his bedroom, the curtains closed and then the bedroom light went off.I looked back in the living room, his wife was turning off the tv and still cleaning herself up, she left the room and. I found the time we spent like this was intimate and bonding and in my mind I convinced myself that letting him see me in my underwear was a small price to pay to maintain such a good and close relationship. At a time when teenagers were normally rebelling against their parents and families were under great stress, Mike and I were growing even closer together and arguments between us were unheard of. When I suddenly realised that I was buying sexier and more revealing underwear and parading it.