"You do vwants to be ugly!!" Lisa cried as if wondering where they had gone wrong. "There's one thing you're right about: Women's shoes would be more...uncomfortable." Oliver said, tossing the shoe on the floor away from him. "So you admits it: You has vworn vwomen's shoes before!" "I have not!!" "Oh, Oliver! I thoughts I knews you! How long have you secretsly vwanted to vwear vwomen's clothes?!" "I Never wanted to wear women's clothes, "secretsly" or not!" Oliver said, putting his foot down. -The Management.* * *It was July 3rd. We were in high school living up summer as best as we could. One of the newer girls in our school was putting on a party and mostly all the cool kids were invited. I walked up to the door and was instantly (and eagerly) invited in by Tasha's mother. Consciously or subconsciously, I let my eyes politely wander. Mrs. Kotis had rolled up jeans on, a blouse shirt that more or less showed her curves, pretty red lipstick, ice cold blue eyes, sandy blonde hair,. Then like a hungry wolf he jumped on me and started kissing me everywhere, he was too much passionate. As he kissed on my neck I let out a gasp. After about ten minutes kissing on my lips, face and boob sucking he licked my belly and went down and touched my hairy pussy with his tongue. It was coated with Big daddy’s cum and my juices. I shivered & jerked as if I got a massive shock. He widened my legs and started licking more wildly. Hooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh I started moaning. You leaned back on your elbows and your top slipped a bit showing your nipples. When he left I asked you if you saw anything you wanted. I smiled at you and said the beach boy would be jail bait for you. You turned over to your stomach humped the sand a few times and mumbled beach boy, jail bait. After a few hours in the sun we went back to the cottage, showered and napped. We decided to go to the yacht club for dinner. You wore a very short mini skirt and a sheer black halter top – no.