" Okay, um..." I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do then, but her mom was coming home anyway."You better get dressed," she sighed. "If my mom catch...es you here she's gonna think we were doing something." Yeah," I nodded, looking down at my dick and it was all covered with butter and cum and sort of hanging there between my legs."You can use the sink," Lisa giggled."I can?" I grinned at her, thinking she was joking, but she wasn't."Yeah," she nodded. "I'm gonna go take a bath."We kissed again,. She warned him that she would help herself to the men though, also. We all laughed, and Marty said he'd have to think about that, laughing again and telling Maria that one of these days, he might just take her up on it if she kept offering. Maria looked at me and winked. It sounded like they often teased each other about picking up other people. We talked for about a half hour or so when Maria said she would be right back; shed spotted a friend she wanted to talk to. As soon as Maria was out of. See. Fiona will be in tonight, or is she gone for the weekend?" She'll be back later. Choir at that rest home," Jen said, still shifting around on her feet.Gaze still sharp, Mrs. Reed paused for a moment then said, "Stop fidgeting, Jenny. I'll make dinner and we'll have this conversation when she gets home." Grudgingly, she extended invitation to Jahn. "I suppose you should be here for that discussion as well."Fiona had the benefit of some forewarning; she saw her mother's car in the crowded. It's always a dress. I usually select one of her leisure-time outfits. There's a beige blouse and dark skirt that I select more than the rest of the outfits. After I'm dressed in her clothes, I slip on a pair of her sandals because the rest of her shoes are slightly too small for my feet. Then I pull the box from the closet's top shelf. It's got a red wig that Bernice wears once in awhile to break up the monotony of always being a honey-blonde. I carefully remove the red wig from the box's.