Larry's heart leaped at thefantasy of being accepted by his mother and Jane and going outwith them in a skirt and heels, to shop and then lunch, the w...ymom and Jane often did together.Mom was a real estate broker, which allowed her a fairlyflexible schedule and Jane could always count on her for lunchand what Larry presumed was "girl talk." He wanted to be part ofthe group. Was that it? Or did he want to wear dresses? Larrywasn't sure, although he knew that if he wanted, he was alwayswelcome on. She didn't waste time either. She pulled two condoms out of her purse, slipped off her bra through her sleeves (still a woman's best magic trick), unbuttoned her top and whipped off her soaked panties - leaving all her important parts accessible, however still framed in an attractive manner. Scruffy stood stunned at the show - completely unsure of what to do next.Smiling she gestured him over by lifting up one of her breasts and presenting a puckered nipple. He was pleased to respond to. Though soon she would be getting what she wanted.As soon as Trudy stopped the music, I yelled out, “Rob, Paul, Josh, Nan, Gail, Ashely. Get your butts over here right now and strip.”There was a bit of whispering as the older kids here tried to figure out why I was angry and told three boys and three girls to get over to me, naked.I told Trudy she could turn the music back on as I lifted the blindfold off my eyes.“Kirsten, it isn’t polite to have your back turned to our guests as they strip.. “Oh what the fuck ever,” she rolled her eyes.Our walk seemed to slow down the closer that we got to her neighborhood. Perhaps we were trying to prolong the conversation without reaching the destination. As we hit the front of her neighborhood I asked, “Want to work on some homework?”She studied me for a few seconds, as if she was doubting my use of the word homework. After she determined that I was at least faking seriousness, she nodded, and we turned into her street. We got to her house and.