"Oh, OK, I'll help," Sheila said, popping open the trunk. "Weenie." Jock." She stuck her tongue out at me. "Uh-huh," I grinned. "Here, just grab some ...f these small ones, I don't have enough hands. I'll take all the heavy ones. Wouldn't want you to rupture any swimming muscles or anything." Got that right." What did you put in these things, rocks?" I asked as I hefted the bags. She just laughed. "We should've brought Jake." Jake is Brendan's roommate," Sheila told her Mom, who had been watching. "Damnit, Alfredo, did I miss the turn?" the woman asked. "Don't worry, sis, just a few more miles." He resumed his perverted deeds while his sister drove. The van turned off onto a desolate dirt road that was, by my accounts, just across the Wisconsin border. I wanted to escape, but all I could do was sit there, trying my best to remain completely still. Alfredo never ceased to frisk me, his heavy breathing aside my ear signaling his perverted excitement. I couldn't help. To be honest, I wasn't paying a lot of attention. the house wasn't doing anything for me, so I was just being polite letting her finish showing it. I was absent mindedly looking at her nice round ass when suddenly, she bent over in front of me and said something about the kitchen cabinets. That would have been enough by itself, but what really got my attention was the very clear view I suddenly had of a thin lacy white pair of panties which did little to hide a very thick pair of pussy lips.. " "All my jeans were too long. I'd lost almost a foot in the change. And around the waist... I used one of my belts to cinch my jeans tight enough so they wouldn't fall down. My hips were wider, that helped, but let's face it, I have almost no waist. My own fault for wishing for the perfect body, I never specified whose idea of the perfect body. I wore a black Aerosmith concert tee over the top, which fell low enough to disguise the worst of the jeans. The shoes were the worst part of the whole.