I love you to death, but you are still a cheater. I guess I'm no better; I'm still helping you commit infidelity. I guess for a good reason; if I wind... up with Tara, I'd certainly love Danica here even more. She has always been good to me, but shit, she has me somewhat without words. Not quite speechless, but it’s like she has given me so much to think about, that I can't formulate too many words.'"Okay, you have the licking and eye contact down, but don't play favorites with nipples. They're. I feel your hand make a counter movement and freeze. Your hand continues, slow sensuous circles. I sigh deeply, relieved of the need to move and yet the stimulation increases, even if you are asleep - are you?Your fingertips add tapping to the rhythm and I remember the first glimpse of them, playing the piano. Even then i longed to be the piano.And now I am.Your fingers play me subtly and progressively stronger. I feel them coaxing more, a little more. Come my sweet, climb the starbeam into. “GET OUT HERE!”Brenda and Ryan came out in their pajamas. “What is it?” Ryan said a little irritated.“What’s with this mess?” Their dad slurred as he pointed out the living room. The room was more or less spotless except for a plate and glass strewn about that their dad had left out the night before. “I thought I told you to clean this up!”“That’s your mess, why should we—,” he was cut off before he could protest fully. His dad rushed him and grabbed his now long hair, and wrenched it back.. It was extremely feminine looking as I peered into the full length mirror. Teresa was changing into a pink corset with garters that attached to white fishnets and 5” white, open toe heels. I was in awe that she could walk in those heels but she made it work. Nan was so impressed by our looks, she took some pictures of Teresa and I holding hands, kissing and hugging.As we continued to bask in our lingerie, Nan headed back downstairs and told us to visit the bathroom because it would be our last.