The video was long over, a blank screen cutting into the darkness. I looked down at myself and cursed myself for not removing my shirt before I starte... this. Gross. Oh well, I thought to myself. It was, at least… fun? I liked it. I felt a bit guilty and like a creep afterwards, but it was still fun. And hey, apparently almost every boy in high school had been doing this for years, so even if it was depraved, I had years of depravity to catch up on. * It turned out the fact that I was unable to. At the same time she lifted and then smoothed the bottom of her dress across her legs. As she lifted her dress she flashed me a glimpse of her black furry pussy. The smile on her face and the look in her eyes told me it was no mistake. My cock immediately became painfully stiff. Yet, nothing more could happen. We both pretended we were focused on the party.She gave me an extra-strong hug as we left that evening. My cock swelled in an instant and she had to have felt it. God, I wanted her! Both. " Yes Dear." Sylvia said meekly and went to obey.For myself, I gathered up cotton T-shirt and briefs, casual trousers andmy old slippers and went into the bathroom. As a concession to Clarisse,I borrowed one of Sylvia's shower caps to protect my hair-do. I steppedinto the shower, trying to ignore my unfamiliar reflection in the mirrorand concentrate on feeling masculine -- no easy trick for a man withbreasts! I felt the soap cling to my nipples and ooze my cleavage and Isuppressed an uneasy. "There comes atime in a man's life, Anthony, when he has got to wear a bra!"The following day I woke to find my boxer short drawer was empty save fora pair of unmistakably feminine black lace panties...I clung to the notion that this was Liberty's way of telling me to dothe washing as I picked up the panties and my makeup bag and wig and wentto the bathroom.I put on my makeup and wig.And finally I put on the panties.And just at that moment Liberty appeared wearing a French Maids outfitwhich.