"Jeff stopped, his smooth bare legs hanging down the side of the bed. He was staring down at his feet, his toenails painted with grape glitter polish.... After she had made him cum the night before, Alison, on a whim, had painted his toes while he slept."What's the matter honey?" Did I do that?" Jeff asked, tremulously."Do what?" My toes... paint them...l ike that..." Yes. You were a bit drunk, I'm afraid."Her boyfriend stared thoughtfully at his feminized feet. Alison stood beside him and looked. I hissed at her."Jen - this is NOT a good idea!" Shhhh - you'll wake Dad! Be a darling and wash my back for me, and I'll do yours."She passed me the soap and a flannel, and turned her back to me.There was no option but to do as she wanted, unless I wanted a row, and Dad coming in to find us both naked in the shower together...I moved over a little, so that she could get her back under the flow of water, and then I applied the flannel to the bare skin that I had admired when I had seen it lying. ?Can?t you go any faster?? Sandy called out.Mary didn?t think she could, but she tried. She was dragging Sandy?s third and final pair of suitcases up the stairs. The third floor would have been no problem with the elevator; but Sandy wanted her to walk. Of course, Mary walked. Sandy giggled.Breathing heavily, Mary pulled the large brown suitcase through the door and into the bedroom. The green one was waiting outside. She looked around. Huge piles of dirty laundry covered the floor, the bed,. Like everything else his boots were amazingly clean with almost a sheen to them. They also had somewhat of a heel which gave him a little more height although I still towered over him in my heels - for now at least.What really drew my eye of course was his rock hard cock that was fully exposed. Bordered by thick curly hair and a tightly fasten black leather cockring the massive schlong was pointing straight up towards him with the mushroom head wet with precum. Snaking around the thick shaft.