He wondered if he had gone too far. At first, all he wanted to do was wear these sexy garments; he never envisioned himself made up as a girl, just as...he never imagined himself tonguing his buddy and then fucking his best friend in the ass. When he heard his parents heading to the kitchen, he forced himself to calm down in order to lose the erection that just thinking about yesterday had given him.A minute after his folks left for work, he literally ran to his buddy Johh's house. His friend. The accountant says, "Before we begin, I'll need to ask you a few questions." He gets her name, address, social security number, etc. and then asks, "What is your occupation?" I'm a whore," she says.The accountant is somewhat taken back and says, "No, No, No, that won't work. Let's try to rephrase that"The woman says, "OK, I'm a high-end call girl"."No, that still won't work. Try again."They both think for a moment and the woman says, "I'm an elite chicken farmer."The accountant asks, "What. Bets had been taken at what point it would topple. Strangely, no one had wagered that it wouldn't collapse. They would have cleaned up, but it did look precarious, balanced as it was, on slim pedestals, tier upon tier with a bride and groom perched on the smallest cake at the top.Auntie Maud got drunk on the punch and fell off the seat that had been placed under her as she tottered off the dance floor. She had lain on the floor, giggling and showing off her drawers where her legs were draped. Lil took my hand and walked me over to the bed, she pushed me so that I sat on the edge and she dropped to her knees and without any further introduction, she took hold of my still limp cock and started to blow me off. I watched Paul as he opened the champagne, just then Val shouted out, “Fuck, fuck, ahh,” and the loud pop of the cork off the bottle completed Val’s orgasm. My cock was hard with the help of Lil; she looked up and said, “Nice cock.” I was not sure she actually meant that, her.