Only John and I alighted. The others remained in the coach and Louisgeed the horses onward. I heard Philip say something that was, I think,about me, a...d then I heard the ingratiating laughter of the Hollinshedsdissipating into the air as the coach faded into the half light of dusk.A maid was waiting at the door and John escorted me inside.The interior of the house was as unusual as the outside. The furnishingswere expensive and tasteful. But there were rather too many chairs, andalthough all of. I mean the guy was clean and it didn't taste like anything. His pushing back into my face like he was enjoying it, drove me to lick harder and push my tongue into him. Hell, I think he moaned and I'm pretty sure he was stroking his dick. With one hand anyway, his other hand found the back of my head again which, I believe, he was trying to shove all the way up his ass."Oh that's good, faggot, you really like Leon's asshole, I can tell." He grunted. "Kiss it boy, French kiss it, get that tongue. With my heart thumping with both fear and excitement, I movedsome of the dresses aside and climbed in.As I moved through row after row of dresses, I noticed they seemed to begetting bigger. I found it difficult to not stop and admire the dresses,especially when I came across one which I knew, somehow, was mine. Itwas a summery pink eyelet dress with lacy white trim on the hem andshort, poofy sleves, a white peter pan collar and a white satin sashthat was tied in a huge bow in the back. Before I. I looked around and surfer girl was gone. I pushed the guys off of Jill and we both got up and went to the bathroom. When we closed the door she looked at me and said "Oh my God, I can't believe what I did." She told me that she was engaged and that George was her brother and was just escorting her for one last fling. She looked at me and said "You have cum all over you" and started laughing because she did too. We helped wipe down each other and left to go back to kitchen to get some food and.