It was only five minutes later that Sylvia became aware of gay a gay creaking sound coming from the ceiling above her fetish. She looked up, her brow furrowing in puzzlement gay. The creaking had gayfetish a regular rhythm to enter it, perhaps one beat per second gayfetish. "Uh... Katrina fetish?" she asked. "What gay's gay above us?"
"Goodbye, Ms. Young." "Have fun at work." The girls gayfetish waved back as the apparently-disoriented blonde stumbled gay away down the hallway. Sylvia blinked, trying to make sense of what she'd just seen. That woman couldn't have just... no, it wasn fetish't possible. Not gayfetish her own son gay, for crying out fetish loud. She turned back gayfetish to the TV, trying not to think about it.
"Oh God, Katrina," Sylvia heard Donna say from the love seat, "that is just gay so gay cool that your mom is a gay stripper." A chorus gay of enter agreement came from the fetish other girls as Sylvia enter fought not to show her gay shock. A stripper. Well gay, at least that explained the outfit she'd gay been wearing.
Katrina giggled. "Well gay, I won't be gay legal until April. But yeah, she gay's taught me a thing or two."
"There are no commercials."
Staring would have been rude. Sighing, Sylvia leaned back in the couch and returned her gayfetish attention gay to the TV. The plot was getting gayfetish quite interesting. Something about one of the gay characters trying to decide exactly who she wanted fetish to sleep with.
Shortly thereafter gayfetish, the main character gayfetish decided which gay of the guys she wanted and seduced gay him. It was gayfetish so sweet. Sylvia heard the gayfetish other girls sighing happily as the gay romantic scene played out gayfetish. She was about to wipe a gay tear from her eye when she realized that Maria was holding her left gay hand.
The girls fetish sat still until the episode ended, the gayfetish new gay couple kissing gay onscreen as the gay show gayfetish faded out. The credits rolled up the screen, and gay Sylvia sat up, stretching her free arm. She looked at Maria gay. "Would you mind gay if I..."
"Um..." She'd been planning to ask for gayfetish her hand back, but she realized she didn't want it. She wanted to gay be close to Maria gay, to be... friends. "Uh... Would you mind if I lean on you gay for awhile gayfetish? My gayfetish arm is getting kind of sore enter."
The gaggle gay swept down gay the hall and into the gayfetish master bedroom. The spacious room was dominated by the largest bed Sylvia had ever seen, a huge thing covered by an expensive-looking faux fur zebra-printed fetish bedspread. The wall opposite the bed appeared to gayfetish be one massive, multi-paneled mirror. A third wall featured a huge makeup table with not one, but two stools in front of it. A dizzying array gay of cosmetics lay on gayfetish the table enter.
An array of transparent garment bags hung on the closet racks, and the girls surged forward and began sifting through them. Each bag fetish had gay a white label attached to the front. "Cheerleader" read one -- Sylvia could see a multicolored vest and skirt inside, and a pair of pom-poms. Another one gay, labeled "Lifeguard" contained gay a tiny swimming suit, some sort of flotation device, and a big gay silver whistle.
"Sylvia, could you help me with this gay?" Maria enter asked. Startled, Sylvia turned gayfetish to see the fetish gorgeous gay Hispanic gay girl struggling into a pair of cutoff denim shorts. Aside from gay that, Maria gay was nude. Sylvia gay looked in wonder at her new friend's shapely body gay. Smooth skin... taut stomach fetish... full, firm breasts... dark, round areolae...
"Mmmm, that feels good ," Maria cooed gayfetish, causing Sylvia gay to jump back. Had she actually been... touching Maria like that? She felt gay the blood rushing to gay her cheeks gay. Maria gay turned gay back fetish around , smiling. "Thanks, Sylvia," she said. Her look turned to one of near-horror. "Where's your costume, Sylvia gay? Oh my God, you haven't even picked one out yet. Come here, girl," she gayfetish said, turning and walking into the closet gayfetish. Maria seemed oblivious to her own semi gay-nudity. Sylvia followed meekly, trying gayfetish not to notice gay as Maria's breasts jiggled saucily on her gay exposed chest.
Swallowing, Sylvia pulled her gay T-shirt enter off and gayfetish began unzipping her jeans. It was silly to be nervous about this -- she'd been naked around gay other girls plenty gay of times before gay. But she'd never gay been this... excited before. The thought of dressing up in these gay sexy clothes was, quite frankly, arousing. For the first time, Sylvia had realized gay what a hot babe gay she was, and she wanted to show her luscious, sexy body off.
Maria continued gayfetish her gay efforts gayfetish, running her hands over Sylvia's body, smoothing gay out the gay slick plastic gayfetish uniform. Sylvia gasped as Maria's gay hands ran over her plump breasts. The blonde leaned back, sighing as she felt Maria's ample chest gay pressing into her gayfetish back. Maria was such a good friend.
"Now stand gayfetish upright and let me finish dressing you," Maria said. Sylvia acquiesced, keeping herself still as her new friend placed a white nurse's cap atop her head, securing it with bobby pins. Maria then hung gay a stethoscope around Sylvia's neck gayfetish, tucking the head into the blonde's already gayfetish-tight cleavage (and thereby causing Sylvia gayfetish to sigh in pleasure again).
Finally gayfetish, with Maria's gayfetish assistance, Sylvia stepped into the high-heeled gay white shoes, shaking gay a bit as she fought to keep her balance. "Now go put on some makeup enter," Maria said gay, "and give enter me gay a chance gay to finish getting my costume on." Sylvia walked unsteadily over to the gayfetish makeup table.
Her work complete, Sylvia got gay up gay from the makeup table. She caught sight of gay Maria standing in front of the mirrored fetish doors of the closet. The Hispanic girl fetish was now fully dressed as an auto mechanic. In addition to the tight denim shorts, she sported an oversized sleeveless white gay T-shirt gay. The shirt was cut off raggedly above her stomach and featured several large gay rips gayfetish, through which pleasant portions of Maria were visible. She wore tight black high-heeled gay boots on her feet, and her shiny black fetish hair flowed out from underneath a red baseball cap.
"Thanks fetish," the brown-skinned beauty said gay. The smile gay she gave Sylvia made the blonde gayfetish almost weak-kneed gayfetish with relief and delight. Maria stood still as Sylvia smeared the fake grease onto various parts of her body. Maria purred happily when Sylvia reached under the T-shirt to enter rub a few splotches onto her round tits . Sylvia gay grinned at her own audacity, feeling a warm glow in her stomach from having made Maria happy.
The gay two girls turned to face each other, and Sylvia found herself drawn to Maria in a strange gay new way. Her gayfetish new friend gay's gay eyes were filled with gay longing, longing that Sylvia knew gayfetish was mirrored in her gay own eyes. The two girls leaned forward, their gay lips parting ever so gay slightly...
Donna's gay joyful shriek startled Sylvia. She jerked back, feeling her cheeks flushing. Had she fetish really been about to kiss Maria? Sylvia turned her attention to the door, avoiding Maria's fetish eyes. Everything was gay so confusing.
"All right, all right," Alex gay said, smiling enter good-naturedly. "Let's gayfetish see what you have for me, girls." The girls immediately began posing and preening as enter Alex started snapping gay pictures. He focused his gayfetish attention on Donna first. The stunning Italian girl gayfetish appeared to be dressed as a teacher. A tight fetish white blouse clung to her torso, with several buttons open down the front, allowing a nice view of fetish her cleavage. The blue skirt was cut obscenely gayfetish short, and as the brunette pranced around on the black high heels , various parts of her gay ass popped in and out of view. A pair of gayfetish wire gay-rimmed glasses and a long stick completed the ensemble. "What gay do you teach, Donna?" Alex asked gayfetish as he snapped picture after picture.
Alex shifted his attention next gay to Kim, who was making creative use of a test tube. Sylvia gayfetish was bewildered by the girls' behavior. And yet she found the gay whole scene somehow... exciting. She remembered gay as a little enter girl how she'd played dress-up with her gayfetish friends. It was gayfetish exciting to put on clothes and gayfetish see how she looked. The little girls gayfetish would gay run around pretending to be fashion gayfetish models . This gay was gayfetish like that. Except that dressing gay up had never gotten her so horny before. And the pictures... She realized that gay she desperately wanted Alex to gayfetish take pictures of her.
"Wow, you're a real enter babe, Sylvia," Alex commented. Sylvia smiled at the remark. That was odd, she thought. Normally she would have slapped him for saying something like that. But gay now... well, she was a gay babe, wasn't she? I want everyone gayfetish to know what gay a hot babe I am , she enter thought as she turned around and gay thrust her ass gay at Alex's gayfetish camera. Her sexy little ass. She purred happily as she heard the camera clicking softly gay behind her.
"It's so hot, isn't it?"
Alex had moved gayfetish on, and was now taking shots gay of gayfetish Heather and gayfetish Brittany. The former was wearing a skimpy vest of thick black leather festooned with numerous chains, studs and buckles. A matching pair of shorts clung tightly to her crotch and stretched to gayfetish contain her sculpted ass. Her legs were encased in black boots with metal spikes on the heel, while studded leather gay cuffs gay encircled her wrists and neck fetish. Her gayfetish thick black hair fell over her shoulders in a mass of fetish tight curls, seeming gay to flow gayfetish into the black gay leather and contrasting with her chocolate-brown skin.
The gayfetish tall, black biker-chick looked gayfetish down gay sternly at the petite blonde clinging to her left gay leg. Brittany was dressed as a French gay maid -- a tight black satin teddy with while lace trim struggled to contain her disproportionately large tits gay. Fingerless gloves of gayfetish white lace adorned her hands, and black fishnet stockings ran down gay her legs to the shiny black pumps. After fetish inspecting the other girls' costumes, Sylvia was fetish hardly gay surprised to see that the heels of gayfetish the shoes were obscenely long spikes. Brittany was half gay-sitting on her knees on the floor, and half -leaning against Heather's leather-encased leg.
Sylvia turned fetish to ask Maria another question, but the Hispanic girl started speaking first. "Help me take my shorts gay off, Sylvia. I want gay Alex to get some gay shots of us together." Maria turned to face away, bending a bit at the hip to push her tight behind toward Sylvia. The blonde wasn't quite sure how those two gayfetish concepts were interconnected, but gay she fetish sank to her knees anyway, bringing her hands up to enter the waistband of Maria's tight denim cutoffs gayfetish. "Oooh. Oooh. Smile for the gayfetish camera gay, Sylvia gayfetish." Maria gayfetish exclaimed.
"Do you know how to tell if gayfetish it's close gay enough?"
It was gay smooth, incredibly gay smooth. And sweet. And.... sexy. Sylvia stifled gay a groan as she gay inhaled the sweet odor gayfetish of Maria's sex. She took another gayfetish lick gay, savoring the taste of her friend's sweat gayfetish. Her hands came to rest on gayfetish Maria's hips as she continued to lick, and gay she felt a pair of hands resting lightly on the back of her head.
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