So I tried, my gag reflex almost brought up my burger, so then I closed my eyes relaxed my throat, and slowly slid the cock in to the balls,as Don mo...ned softly and held my head in his hands. Those balls, which I haven't even mentioned yet! They were big and hung down beautifully, so they were fondled as I sucked that cock I pulled out and concentrated on the side of that huge cock for a little, then worked my way to those balls that smelled so erotic, I licked and sucked and took each one in. I want him closer to me, and I ask for him to put his hands on my hips. Unusually, he moves to stand behind me, saying that he wants to watch me dancing, so I continue and he does gently place his hands where I asked. It feels strange, but then I feel his lips on my neck, which sends delicious shivers through me. Oh, thats nice I breathe, and his hands wander up over my belly and gently cup my breasts. Are you cold? he asks Your nipples are hard, and I laugh nervously, saying its not cold but. Maybe it was because he had been keeping such secrets from our group who shared everything with one another. Maybe it was jealousy, but at the time such a concept would have been ludicrous to me. It was probably just a feeling of exclusion, so common at that age.In any case, I was testy with him as we hung out that week. I would pick little squabbles, always finding fault in insignificant details of him. He seemed perturbed when this animosity persisted, but not enough to say anything. Paul was. My feet are encased in tight-fitting black-leather ballet boots, and my legs are covered in sheer pink lace-topped thigh-high stockings. They have a seam up the back of the legs, which I just love. The stockings are kept up by the pink lace straps of the suspender-belt which is made from pink satin, and has a darker pink French lace trim. On my body I am wearing a pink satin corset with slimming boning and a lace-up back that featured half-cups to support my ample 32c prosthetic tits. It also.