Uncle Tim was older but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit he looked good. Sexy even. We were smoking weed in the master bedroom while the rest of the... party was turning the living room into a dance floor. I was so stoned I needed to leave the cloud that was forming in my aunt’s bedroom. When I started walking down the hall I felt my wrist get pulled back. Next thing I knew I was in the hallway closet and someone was behind me. At first I thought that maybe it was this hot guy my aunt had pointed. "Don't look at me like that. This is how sissy sluts dress and you're going to be the star entertainment of my party tomorrow night! I had to guess your sizes, so they might be a little tight, but latex is more fun when it's tight. Hurry up and get dressed slut!"It took a while, but with some help from Jeanne he managed to pull the thick latex leggings up to his mid thighs and the rubbery arm gloves all the way past his elbows. His feet were painfully crammed into the high heels and the bra. Marie seemed unsure where to put her hands and finally settled for wrapping them around his neck. As the kiss became more heated, Jack felt her body move closer to his. Her hands started to trail their way slowly down his back, finally squeezing his ass as they kissed.Jack kept one hand in Marie's hair while the other began squeezing her breast as their tongues continued an intimate dance. Marie's body gave in to his, as the kiss grew more passionate. She traced his hardening member with the. I lived for Saturday mornings. I really like the swim coach. I liked the way he took time with me, joked about things and helped me to hone my skills; just an all right guy.One fateful Saturday morning I had missed looking on the schedule sheet and there were no lessons that day but since I was already there the coach told me I could stay a little while and help clean and organize stuff for an upcoming meet. I was good with that. He told me to scrub up the men's change room. He said he had.