In the back of the lot, surrounded by cars, she had no idea that her house was nearly totally engulfed in flames."Honey, we have to move." Jeanie hear... her husband say.A person, one couldn't always tell gender in full fireman's clothing, walked over and waved for them to follow.They walked in a wide arc around the burning structure. Tim pointed as two firemen were soaking once section of the back of the house with water."What are they doing?" he asked, but his words were drowned out with the. "Mom opened her eyes and looked at me. "Ugggghhh!" she moaned and lifted her head. I knew what she wanted now. Her lips were painted bright red and she looked more of a whore than bride.I slapped her face. "This is what you want cunt! You want to be ****d and abused." Yes Dave! Yes! Your mother wants to be treated like a slut," she said, "Fuck me Dave! Aaaahhhh! God! Fuck me hard."I continued slapping my mother's face and milking her tits while abusing her. I urged the man again.. "Fuck the. As I went to walk, he grabbed me by the arm, and said, “You better make him believe you are a female. Keep that little cock of yours from getting out of your panties!” I nodded. I opened the door, and there was a somewhat chubby older white guy. Not very attractive. He seemed shocked when he saw me instead of Carl. I motioned for him to come in, and Carl introduced us. He told the man (Ed) that my name was Jean. And I was a friend he had met. Carl and Ed sat down and the game started shortly. Being nosey I picked them up. I couldn't believe how soft her panties were compared to my underwear. Picking up her bra I held it to my chest. Looking in the mirror something stirred inside me. Giggling I put it down and took my shower. Going to bed I couldn't stop thinking about Megan's under clothes. Peaking out the door, I seen her and Mrs Scott were in her room. I turned on the lamp and went through the dresser drawers. One drawer had pants folded up in it, another had shirts. Socks and.