When I turned on the camera, it was able to look out of the hole in the box I had made. Now for the final part of my plan. I took the innocent-looking...box and walked into my sister Rachel’s room. God, it was a mess. The box would easily be overlooked in her room. I placed the little box up on her cluttered dresser. When she got home, I’d come back in quickly and turn on the record button.I waited in my room. I was shaking with anticipation and excitement. I was also a little afraid. What if she. I have been known to be hoggish in the past, but since I have been dating Alisa, I've changed my ways in some departments. Let me explain. I love women who dress in mini dress, mini skirts, nylons, spiked heels something that a slut, whore, or a hooker would wear. I wouldn't go out with one, but I just love the clothes they wore. So one day I tried to get Alisa to start wearing those types of clothes.Alisa said, "No way it would make me look like a slut or a whore. I'm neither."I'm not ashamed. Sarah molded her body to mine and we moved as if we were one person. The school had dance rules about how close you could dance but not a single chaperone dared to say anything to the king and queen of the ball. During the rest of the dance I danced with some of the senior girls but the vast majority of my time was spent with Sarah.About the middle of the dance I decided it was time for the little surprise I had cooked up for Sarah. On my signal the band stopped playing and I led Sarah to the. I knew I told him I was up for anything, but never did I think I would be seeing a grown man dressed in women’s lingerie, but there was something raw and sexual about it. I felt my still throbbing cunt begins to moisten even more. He finally and awkwardly asked, what do you think. I said I don’t know what to think. He was clearly upset by my reaction probably thinking he would be chastised for his lack of manhood, but I detected the desperation in his voice. I finally said I think I like it! He.