Miranda's mood had shifted and Derek noticed. Her fun-loving attitude had taken a more serious tone. Derek wasn't sure what was going on with her but ...layed along."Maybe a little. A bunch of old fat guys looking at you, seeing everything," Derek answered."It's still nice to get attention though, even if it's just from, 'Old fat guys,' " Miranda retorted, "and I'm sure they appreciate having a cute guy around to take a look too."Miranda pushed Derek with her elbow teasingly. The contact sent. She told me, "Those garments aredesigned by men for their pleasure not my comfort."After a month of not one blowjob because of my comments she finallyrelented and went with me to Victoria's secret. I picked out threematching sets of bras and panties for her. One purple, one black withpink flowers and one green lacy set.When I picked her out size medium, she said, "YOU need to get them inlarge." It didn't register, but I thought it odd.When we got home my dick was very hard. I asked her to put. He had a decent medium sized uncut tool, much to my delight. The moment we stripped he went for my limp tool to take in his mouth. I asked him to take it easy and hugged him – mainly to prevent two things – one to prevent him from sucking straight away and two to prevent him from French kissing me with his whiskey smelling mouth. I did manage it rather remarkably as he slowly started nibbling my left nipple. All along I was trying to play with his cock – but he kept pushing my hand with a ‘No. One hand gripped her breast she felt his fingers close his thumb diggin into her soft flesh she winced he squeezed harder his thump almost touching his finger tips through the soft flesh. She gasped it was almost too much the pain was arousing her nipple began to harden. He smiled, he slipped off his shirt and undid the buckle of his belt. Slippin the belt out of the loops of the waistband, he gripped the buckle and slowly dragged the belt over the soft skin of her breast she trembled not.