Nothing had gotten broken; no one had thrown up; no fights or arguments had broken out; no one had balked at leaving their car keys. Everyone had laug...hed, joked and gotten to know each other.Katelyn had initially been star struck when Terrence Grant shook her hand. Four hours later they were debating the merits of various football defenses. Tiffany and Molly had managed to maintain decorum for most of the night. It was only after everyone was well and truly drunk did they flash their tits at. Sara walked over to the bar in her entertainment room and poured out two large glasses of white wine. Handing one glass to me she grinned and said.“Just to help us loosen any inhibitions!”I knew full well that Sara had no inhibitions. In fact the exact opposite. She was an ardent exhibitionist with a voyueristic husband who loved to share his wife. There is literally no sexual practice she has not taken part in, and by all accounts, absolutely thrived in. Today though was for her and not her. Mother was tall, almost 5’10”, dark auburn hair, very light/white skin, freckles, very small breasts but fantastic figure and legs. When she made me her second daughter, I was more or less her build so I could wear her clothes and shoes easily.She told me that I wasn’t in trouble but that she would have to think about the new girl in the house a little more. I was given permission to wear her clothes but only those that she had worn (she changed her underwear every day but that didn’t stop. ”“I have always thought you so hot but that surprised me.”“I hope in a good way?” I asked.“Oh yes,” was Tom’s response. “You know I love to see you climax but that seemed so intense.”“Plenty of practice with you gone,” I said laughing (and wondering what he’d think if he knew the practice my pussy had really had since he’d last fucked me.)“And, how do you cope?” I asked, adding, with a big smile, “Not by chasing Asian pussy—I hope!”“Definitely not!” was Tom’s immediate response.“Although, there.