The bullyboys, even got heckled away from me, by the principle. Reminding themthat they can wear makeup too, and not to be jellious. They ran offembar...ssed, with shame, at the thought of it. The bully girls wereoutnumbered and brooded, watching the whole scene, I got the feeling,they were picking their moment.Cookery was my next class, and was furnished with a full frilly bibapron.It looked so feminine. I was taught to cook scabbled eggs, and therory,on refidgeration, and non cross. I would always ask if he had got to fuck her but he never admitted it. I suppose I would have been a bit of a liability knowing that he had, he was married after all. Maybe he never did; I will never know. In the summer holidays it was even better; I would get to go round with Howard on Fridays and see more of these gorgeous ladies. They were long days because we would go round in the early morning to deliver the milk and then start on the call backs. What I always loved was a nice hot sunny. .To say that I could remember every detail would be a lie, like I said, I was drunk. But here is what I do know. Somehow we both managed to get but ass naked in her car. My usually first play was to eat her pussy, only this night, I wasn't shy about it, not only did I eat her pussy, but I ate her ass out too. Something we'd never talked about doing, we'd tried and failed at anal once before so it had kinda been a no-go zone. But on this night, I didn't care and by her squirms she loved it. When. Laura offers to take tags to checkout and for me tostay in the skirt and blouse.Dad's no help here. He's just squinting at me with his head cocked. I tryto find a reason to change back."I have no pockets here to put my wallet in," I complain."There're some cute purses on sale," Laura offers and dad just nods hishead yes.A couple of minutes later I have my wallet in my new purse and put thepurse over my shoulder. All the tags are cut and ring up at the cashierand my shorts and tee are put in a.