“Coming Sam,” Blare finally got what his teacher was trying to teach him about irony. Heh, he laughed to himself.<br/><br/>Blare jumped forward, releasing the reign around his buttocks. He slipped the not off his cock and felt the blood drain away. He then rushed over the bed and pulled the high school uniform off of the chair. He quickly put it on, it fit tight as hell. Strange the felt he had more of hips and ass than his own sister. Pulling the blouse over his head he buttoned it. Strangely he liked the feel of the bra stitched to it, it even gave him cleavage.<br/><br/>Rushing to his mom’s bathroom, he put a wig on and sloppily glossed up some make-up, almost laughing at the action. Blare painted eyeliner on his almond brown eyes, blushed his full cheeks, and reddened his puckered abundant lips. He pulled his flat pecs together, thinking to improve the cleavage. He really liked how free his hard cock felt in the squirt, and ran off from the bathroom forgetting to put on any underwear.<br/><br/>Opening the front door as a girl was thrilling, though he knew the purpose was to see naked girls anyway. There was something about being dressed like what you wanted that really attracted him and made him horny. There he looked at Sam, his cock hanging hard just under his sister’s skirt.<br/><br/>Yeah he wanted a reaction from Sam. They would be laughing about this forever.