"Why are you wearing my clothes?"With an uncharacteristically high heart the man replied in a scratchy, squeaky voice: "I am not Herbert. I am Helen. ...And these are my clothes. Do you like them?"The man gracefully rose from the table. He loved sunny, shining mornings like this. His brawny, hairy arms bulged forth from a sleeveless, ankle-length floral print dress several sizes too small for his bulky frame. The man's feet, narrowly squeezed into silver-accented women's sandals, lithely danced. I was hiding here when I saw you. ...' We went thru some bush and I found myself in a clearing about ten feet wide with an old wooden bench and broken furniture. Bruce sat on the bench and asked me ' ... here sit here so we can talk ... ' I sat down on the far end and Bruce asked ' ... we can't talk to loud or some one passing will here us so you may want to come closer. ... ' I moved closer as Bruce sort of turned to me and placed his left knee between us as he started to speak. ' ... Charlie,. " But Mom," I protested, I wanted to go into town today for more equipment. And besides, Jane's much better at being a life guard than I am." Jane and her friend Jacqui have already left for town," said Mom. "They won't be back until this evening. Martha's going into town with me to buy a present for boyfriend. We'll be staying overnight with my sister Mary, so that leaves just you to act as lifeguard." Now, here's what I want you to do while I'm gone and Tiff's friends are here," continued. Close the door but leave it unlocked. Switch off the lights, get naked but tie a blindfold and face the wall.”Shruti didn’t waste much time. She excused herself, stating she wasn’t too well and headed back to her room. As she walked back, she became even more self-aware of the wetness between her legs. It was getting sticky. She quietly rushed back up.She closed the door behind her but didn’t close it all the way, preventing it from locking. She quickly went to the washroom, wiped her wet pussy.