" Wait a second - we have to get you prepared first." What?" Our faces need to look the same - I'll do your hair andmakeup. It won't take long and it ...won't hurt a bit. I'll buyyou dinner later." "Shelly ... is this really necessary?" Well, if I look in the mirror and I see one hot babe in a pinkdress and one boy in a teal dress, which dress do you thinkI'm going to choose?" Dinner had better be really good."Shelly sat me down in a chair and went to work with a curling iron. We wore our hair. WHen I had finished she said thanks and jokingly asked if I could help her carry them into her house. I said I have an hour with a smile on my face a twinkle in my eye and a hard on in my trousers. She said that would be very kind and pointed to a housing estate over the road and said I only live there.I told her I would follow her in my car.When we got to her house she picked up two bags and I got the rest. We carried them inside and into the kitchen, I asked where should I start putting stuff. She had been shaken awake. Pushing aside her confusion for a moment she focussed on her need for a drink. Her mouth was at that stage whereby it was so dry that it was sticky and her lips glued together. She padded softly downstairs, not wanting to wake her sleeping family, and opened the fridge. Orange juice would suffice. As she leant against the bench in the dark she heard a noise. The slapping of the back door on the doorframe. An instinctive fear welled up inside her but she forced. “They seem to have had two-thirds of the girls tell them you were safe and could be trusted not to do anything inappropriate because they wanted you to touch their private places when putting lotion or oil on them, but you didn’t. Not even with the nude girls,” Cassie said as she was getting my board shorts off. “They said you touched them around those areas less than any of the girls would have done. I also heard that at least one girl told them how you were an amazing lover that cared all.