Don't touch.The chest of drawers held a pretty collection of lingerie: panties,bras, slips, camisoles, hosiery, garter belts and a variety offoundatio...n garments, also in white, black and pink. Nice things,nothing sleazy.Temptation.I resisted. Played games on my laptop. Ordered a pizza and ate itwhile watching her sixty-inch TV. Took a shower, put on the t-shirtand boxers I'd packed instead of pajamas, and climbed into bed in theguest room.Woke up in the middle of the night. Could not stop. Eventually, my sister in law slid in close while I was fucking Mrs. X and whispered something in her ear. Mr's X nodded and slid off of me."Come sit on the edge again," they said in unison. I wondered if I was getting another blow job, and willingly did as I was asked. When I did, however, my sister in law jumped up out of the water as well. She stood over me, naked and dripping, and told me to lay back on the deck. I did, leaving my legs dangling in the water and my cock standing at. It was either that or suffer her wrath, which wasn't a pleasant sight. To top that off, once she was riled she'd then complain to Mum or Dad about my noise and my laziness after which I'd be lectured to by at least one parent at meal time while she'd smirk smugly at me.Despite her objection, I wasn't alone in my love of heavy metal because it seemed that most of my mates were in the same boat.On the occasions when we'd meet up we'd talk incessantly about our favourite groups and just once in a. For a minute, I thought that was possible. That was,until I saw the clothes Sasha had left for me. I should have known thatafter tonight she wasn't exactly going to just give me back my male selfand let me go on my way. No, laid out on the bed was a lacy black braand panties, a white camisole type top and a very short black pleatedskirt. I guess I was stuck as a girl until I could get home.I searched quickly around the room to see if Sasha could have stashed myordinary clothes anywhere, but,.