Mother was waiting for my answer -- and not patiently. She placed a finger under my chin and lifted it so my eyes met hers. Her stern glare scared me...."I asked you a question!" she snapped. "And I expect ananswer. Now, do you want to play dress up for Margie and me, or not?"Desperate for maternal love and approval, I knew what I had to say. "Uh, uh, um, yes, mom, uh, I'm sorry, mom." I stammered. "Yes, I'd like to play dress up with you and Margie. Uhmmm, and uh, uh, uh, pretendI'm a girl and. He seemed like a pretty normal guy from the e-mail conversations we had - you both were the same age (19, like Jess) and had some similar interests (he also liked to work out, he smoked weed, etc). But after you moved in, he started rubbing you the wrong way. He was always walking around in just his boxers, clearly liking to show off his muscular body. He had the personality to match - very cocky and self-centered. He would bring different girls over all the time and be making out with them. Chapter 1Joanne and I we're playing in her room. There wasn't much to do outside, and it wasn't the nicest of days to do anything anyway. We we're busy using her toy typewriter busy putting together a comic we'd been working on for a week or so, I was typing and she was dictating. We we're really bored and the comic wasn't going anywhere, when Joanne's mother came in the room and went to the wardrobe and picked out a yellow summer dress of Joanne's."Joanne, what do you want to do with this. LovingSkye: His laugh sends another shiver up her spine, and she watches as he leans closer until only the top of his head is visible. She then feels a sudden warmth on her pussy, his breath. Her lower half jerks with the motion. She feels her tight hole suddenly become occupied as his finger slides into her ass. She gasps, her breath catching in her throat as her heart starts to pound. She meets his eyes, they're glittering with mischief, which makes her both nervous, and intrigued. He.