Tiny skirts that would barely have covered her panties -- if she ever wore panties. For more demure occasions she could slip into a pair of black leat...er pants that fit her tighter than the cow they were skinned off, so tight you could count the hairs of her bush -- if she didn't shave herself back to virginal smoothness.She didn't have a single pair of "sensible" shoes. Nothing but spikes and platforms.Her tops came in two types: tight and tighter. No, I lie: She also had an array of men's. She had cleverly avoided the questionof whether my spouse was a husband or a wife."Hmmm," responded Carrie. "How lucky for the two of you!" Just thenone of the rare slow songs began to play. Carrie spoke to Carla,"Would you mind if I danced with your boss Carla?" Not at all," Carla answered. "But I might have to cut in if you gettoo cozy with her," she teased.Carrie stood and took my hand in hers and led me to the dance floor.She immediately assumed the lead by wrapping her arms around mywaist,. She then turned to me, "So what size do you need?"I shrugged. "I've never bought condoms before." What about the night you wanted to do it with your last girlfriend?" I got one from a vending machine in a local truck stop. It said one size fits all"She looked at me with high eyebrows, "No, one size does not fit all." She put the box down and dragged me back to the clerk. He responded to her as if she was barely there, but her question brought my thought processes to a screeching halt."Do you. He got back into bed next to me and sucked my nipples some more, sucking harder and harder, until I thought he might actually suck them off. The pain was intense but also unbelievably arousing. I became wetter than I can ever remember being before. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation. Before too long I felt him on top of me, felt his cock pushing inside my pussy again.“You’re so fucking wet baby. After I **** you and shoot a few loads up in your wonderful pussy, I wanna make love.