Jason unpacked. Another couple skirts, a couple bras, pre-padded, but boy undershorts. Julie had boy undershorts to help with her disguise. Jason coul...dn’t go that far. His boy stuff just wouldn’t fit inside panties.“You’ll never believe it!” said Melissa, rushing into Linda and Nancy’s room. “Jason came back in Julie’s place!”“Oh, wow!” said Linda.“You’re kidding...” said Nancy.“No! He’s got the skirt and sweater -- he really looks a lot like her!”“So ... he’s going to be your roommate? Sleep. My fingers began to curl up against her g-spot, making her moan with each thrust. "Right there! Right there!" she groaned pulling my face tight against her leaking cunt. Flat tongued doggy kisses lapped against her clit as my fingers squished their way in and out of her warm, wet teenaged pussy. "Oh, fuck...! Oh shit...! So close...! Grey, fuck me!"I closed my lips around her clit and sucked, my teeth grazing her clit as my fingers probed and scratched inside her. "Yes! Yes! Yes...!. Let it all out," he soothed. "You deserve to be happy, Rita. If Owen can't see that, then I don't know about him."Rita wanted to tell him that Owen did make her happy... that he was a good husband and a good provider, and could be a good lover when he wanted to be.But the words wouldn't come out. After what had happened earlier in the evening, she wasn't so sure that Owen was a good husband. Certainly no good husband would have done to her what Owen had.Bob lowered his arm just a little, enough. Brittany was an excellent dance partner, and as I heldher tight she put her head on my shoulder. We danced a few more numbers,and as we went to sit down, she asked me if I would like to get out ofhere and head over to her apartment. I smiled and said "sure, let's justtell out friends that we will be leaving."We went over to the table where Ken and Sherrie were totally engrossed ineach other. We said our good-byes and said that we'll see them later.* * * * * *Brittany actually lived about a mile.