Atweekends the sissies wear skirts all the time, whereas the real girls areusually in jeans. If we go out in the car, the sissies sit in the back. Iha...ve to confess that there is often some fondling of stocking-cladthighs. On long journeys, it is not unknown for one or both of us tocream our knickers.It seems to be more and more often that the girls share one bedroom,while the sissies share the other. Our dommes insist that our pubic areasare kept hairless, so we help each other by plucking. ” So, there I was leant over the table with the woman starting to slip he fingers up my cunt, her husband looking across the table at me with an amused grin and the three lads starting to shout encouragement. Then the husband stood up and went to lock the door and pull down the blinds with the comment “Oh well if we are going to DO this waitress we had better have privacy.”What the hell did he mean if WE are going to do me???I soon found out has he came up behind me and proceeded to unclip my. “Do me from behind, I want to be your dirty girl.” Kent stood up and positioned himself behind Jenna to enter her. He slid his slick, muddy dick into her sopping cunt. The slime helped him move back and forth inside her hole effortlessly. Jenna moaned and grunted. “Fuck me! Fuck me you dirty boy!” She started moaning, tits hanging underneath her slap each other and the mud under her. Jenna thrust her body up and down, thrashing and splashing mud everywhere, further covering Kent in the muck.. I didn’t want to go alone, so I made up my mind right away to not go. I knew Ella had already accepted an offer and it would feel weird seeing her there with someone else. I finished getting dressed, walked back into my room and the girls were waking up.“Good morning ladies, how’d you sleep?”“Very soundly after last night, thanks babe,” Ella responded.“Same here, Ella was right about you,” Lily said with a sexy smile.“Hey baby, I know you’re already going to prom with someone. It’s okay with.