Pantless,or standing on tippy-toes - or both - they were fighting over thehighest heels and the shortest skirts.The News was even better. I remember t...ey had a story about a strip-club donating all of its sexy shoes and micro-skirts to unfortunatemen.But the embarrassment soon evaporated. When everyone does something itbecomes normal almost instantly.Only two days later, Sam was casually slipping into his big newstripper-heels (whoever makes those things became very, very rich) andpleated skirt. You'll be fine. You did it really well the other night." She pulled me over on top of her as she spread her legs wide. I thought my dick would burst I was so eager to be back inside her again. I got up on my knees and pressed my cock right inside where is was all nice and wet and warm. "Oh, yes, it's just as nice as the other night. Mmm, it feels so good. It's wonderful doing this with you." "Yes, Greg, and we have all weekend." All weekend, sex all weekend long. Wow. A sixteen-year old guy's. My premonition turned out right. I would not be going back tomorrow.Though, I was not in high spirits, I helped mom in decorating the Christmas tree and in other household chores. We avoided talking to each other. Sometimes mom tried to talk with me but when she found that I was not willing she gave up. So we worked silently. It was clear from the weather that nobody would be visiting us today, and mom and I would be celebrating Christmas alone.Finally, after evening coffee, mom told me that. .. Jane Morris! The voice was the same one I'd heard on the phone when this had been set up Friday week ago.Oh I had been at home many times when Jane Morris had been here for mum and dad's Saturday night orgies but without having ever attended one I had never gotten a proper look at her.I moved even before mum had chance to. I'd seen a flat looking package about the size of DVD cover sitting on the table. I picked up the package and handed it to her and smiled to try to put her at ease because.