” At this point, I had taken my suit jacket off, sat down in my hair, and was resting my head on my fist and my elbow on the desk. Lauren had gotten... up and was standing at the other side of my desk arms braced out and bent just a little bit. Giving me the perfect view of her cleavage and I wasn’t complaining. I realized that she had stopped talking and was looking at me looking right at her tits. “Well, I see something just don’t ever change.” She smiles and giggles as I turn bright right. “So. These were that pair I rang up for you when we first met. What was that, about six months ago?" "Good memory, babe!" She took her hand out from under my skirt and gave my pushed-together breasts a little pinch. "You are so fucking hot tonight, Sarah. I can't wait to get to this party." "So what is this thing again? Is it just some hang out for girls and their crossdressing boyfriends?" I asked. She laughed. "Yeah, sort of. There's going to be other people there too. It's going to be fun. Don't. Later on that night, the conversation, during a movie, turned dirty, sexual, and quite graphic. I found it hilarious, and was laughing at some of the stuff they were talking about. I won't deny it though, hearing teenage girls talking about dick sizes, about guys being lame, some not wanting to do this and that, and then hearing Kristina openly admit, "Well, I know that being with two guys at my age is kind of bad, but it's really sad when I have to ask for a guy to do oral sex, and he. “All part of the plan dear, now give me your bag and pop up stairs, get out of those dirty boy clothes, everything is on the bed waiting for you”, and as if in a trance I wandered upstairs.I couldn’t believe my eyes when I opened the bedroom door, it was completely different and I could smell fresh paint, mixed with a heady smell of sweet Lavender.Everywhere I looked it was decorated with pink, white and yellow, all things girly and pretty, the duvet was a bright yellow gingham pattern with.