Shit! Though I usually don’t sleep late, I didn’t wake until nearly 9. I’ve got to get to practice. I called Rhee to tell her that I was running... late and that I would meet her at practice. It didn’t help that I’d started my period overnight and had to deal with that. I then jumped in the shower – shower cap on, did a sketchy wash, and jumped back out. I donned practice clothes, grabbed my soccer bag, rushed downstairs, prepared and ate a couple pieces of toast with mango-peach preserves (mmm!),. I was only away a couple of minutes but when I returned, they were lying on the bed kissing. Troy had his hand between Hazel's legs, stroking her pussy through her panties and Hazel had her fingers wrapped around Troy's cock. Our first impression had been right, erect he was big, really big and I began to worry if he was too big. Hazel had taken some big cocks in our swinging days but Troy was bigger than anything I'd seen her take. His cock must have been close to twelve inches long and almost. A half-cup bra, 38C, satiny smooth, Wes fumbled it over his shoulders but easily closed the front clasp and hefted his new breasts comfortably inside the cups.He stepped into the skirt, a size six, pulling it up over his hips, half-inch fingernails making the rear zipper a tricky affair. He instinctively turned the skirt around, zipped it in front, then spun it around again. The blazer now fit like a glove, and the silk scarf tied nicely around his neck.He sat down again to put on the heels.. The stakes are high and we must avoid seeming like a credible threat to the status quo. We must preserve the illusion that men are in charge where they appear to be in charge. The puppets must get the credit for good results and the blame for bad results so that the puppetmasters remain free to maneuver. I had always written stories about my life. It's a method I use for cementing important life lessons into my memory. That's how the stories I submitted started. Claire suggested that others my.