“You look great! Do you ever go out in public?” I nodded yes and she looked through all the pictures. “I have to admit, it kind of turns me on a... little thinking of you all dressed up as woman, especially when you dress like a hooker. Look at you in that black dress with the zippers!” Peggy commented. “It doesn’t bother you?” I asked. “No it doesn’t. I have to admit it is kind of weird, but what’s wrong with doing what you enjoy?” she said. “Well, there is a little more to it. When I dress up, I. The spare room next to her bedroom would easily work as space for her to bring her clay and equipment. She could work there whenever she wanted on school assignments or simply to have time to follow her creative heart’s desire. On top of that, we would keep her busy doing certain chores that Cee Cee hated. She would do laundry, run errands, and help in various ways in exchange for her housing. She loved the idea and eagerly accepted our offer. It didn’t take long for her to move in and we. Itwas quite a sensuous look and felt heavenly.Gary pulled me to him and we lay, face to face, kissing and massagingeach other. I unbuttoned his shirt and began to work on his beltbuckle. He smiled and stood and within a minute was naked before me.I looked at him with curiosity. I had never studied a man's body thisway before. He came back down to me and I began to explore him. Myhands were everywhere as was my mouth. He too was busy learning mybody. I felt his hands on my breasts - even. Lessa frowned, arms still crossed across her chest. The man tried unsuccessfully to phase through the crates and hide behind them. His companion just looked between the two, still confused."Pete? What the hell's going on?" It's HER!." When no comprehension was forthcoming, Pete actually walked forward, fear forgotten, and whacked the man on the arm. "HER! Lessa the Butcher!"Sean could feel Lessa glowering at him, and he couldn't blame her. This was not something to be proud of. Still, it got.