Pretty girls. Very pretty girls. Not-so-pretty girls. And ugly girls. Yeah, the entire spectrum. Muscular girls. Chubby girls. Lean girls. Hot damn. I... liked what I saw. Harold was approached by a tall, sexy young woman with long black hair, light bronze skin and gray eyes. She wore a crimson letterman jacket. Harold smiled and kissed her, then introduced us. The young woman looked me up and down. Claire Kesson was her name. She was a member of the Women’s Intercollegiate Rugby team at Anne. I took this opportunity to raid my friends mother’s panty drawer. I wasn’t expecting much but was interested in seeing what she wore. Low and behold, I came to find my friends mother was a very kinky women! She had all sorts of lingerie and lacey garments. When I came across a pair of crotchless panties, my cock instantly grew hard and next thing I knew, I was laying in their bed jerking off to her lingerie. I remember shooting a big load into one of her things. It covered the entire crotch. You might have been ableto carry it off had you gone with the more standard male costume. Theyreally aren't that expensive. I bet with the amount of stuff you bought,you could have bought a real suit." She looked me over. I could see hereyes grow wide and stare at my underwear. "Spanx???!!!! My God! How dimare you???" She burst out laughing.I had to laugh too. I was quite pathetic. "Sis, it was the closest thingI could find. It was the right color, and I thought it was the right cut.And I was. " This is our secret."I couldn't stop what came out in my most feminine tone, "Yes, darling."Jack smiled as he took the glass of faux champagne from my hands and heheaded over to the bar. As he prepared my drink, he continued a lightexchange with me, which accomplished three critical things confirmingfirst that Carole was not coming home tonight; that I was 16 and legallyable to give sexual consent, even though that's not how it was asked;and lastly that I really enjoyed my role playing as.