I couldn't say anything, but I was about to panic. This was insane! "What are you doing?" I mouthed to Samantha.Instead of addressing me, Samantha ask...d her mother, "So you think this is the last time you get to make a decision before the final battle of the game?"With her eyes glued to the screen, Samantha's mother replied, "Uh-huh. I think so!"Samantha eased my worries somewhat, although not a great deal, by straddling my crotch and spreading her skirt to conceal my exposed member. However,. "Err Michele; that's what I call myself," she whimpered."Come sit," Bill patted a seat on the couch and offered a glass of wine.Stunned, Michele sat on the couch, demurely pulling her hem down andcrossing her ankles. She had been practicing feminine traits and theywere now coming naturally to her when she was dressed."Look don't worry. You will be surprised to know I know quite a bitabout transvestism," Bill explained.He offered her a cigarette and lit it for her and lit one himself."Michele,. I could see a couple of guys zeroing in on Sue. I was passed being jealous. Time with Ron and Becky had cured me of that. I noticed Sharon was also getting some attention. I suspected that once we got into the games room things would really hot up. I did realise just how hot it would get. I could see Alfred was getting restless. Finally he said “ok everybody. I think it is time to move”. We all got up and follow him and Sharon down the hallway and into this large room. And it was large, very. She had undone the ties holding her top, letting them fall to the side and exposing the curve of her breasts.I decided I needed a closer look, and climbed quietly down a ladder into the pool. As the water soaked through my thin soccer shorts and exposed the outline of the tiny red thong swimsuit I wore underneath, my cock began to harden.Up to my neck in the deep end of the pool, I felt emboldened and kicked off the soccer shorts, then tucked them up behind the ladder, before gliding along the.