Now.” What man couldn’t resist an aroused sixteen year-old wearing only a white t-shirt and a short gym skirt? A girl who was bending over with he... arse in the air. I didn’t wait for a reply. I simply turned my head and looked out the window, waiting to be touched. I didn’t wait long. Hands appeared on each hip and a hard cock was running itself up and down my soaking pussy. Just what I had been waiting for, all the while praying it would lead to my new fantasy being enacted. Jamie had taken. About 3 years later from my dressing origins I had perfected my dress style, posing, roleplay in my head ( didn’t know it was roleplay then lol ) constantly erect and enjoying the feelings and my reflection. I loved my dressing time, and today was one of those days, Aunty Sheila and Uncle Philip had popped over and were staying for a couple of days to see mother & father, I loved Aunty Sheila, she was 5ft5, medium build, great tits and cleavage ( always on show) and she always wore dark. As a woman of her word, she'd normally go along with this- occasionally she'd baulk at what her orgasm denied brain had consented to- then he'd laugh, smile, kiss and cuddle her into trying it anyway, and if that didn’t work then he'd throw her down spread-eagled, tie down her wrists and ankles and start tickling - the stick to his former carrot. She'd be weeping and wracked with laughter- so tickled that her nerves overloaded and it became painful. She'd shriek and scream amongst her. Then moved the shirt to her knees. I looked at her naked pussy. No hair showed, except for some very light blond hair. I licked as far as I could reach between her legs to her tummy. Then removed the skirt, completely. I pressed her knees outward and she bowed her legs. I stood up and hugged her to me. Her hands went down the front of my sweats and grabbed my cock. She explored it, the dropped to my balls and checked them out. He dropped to her knees and pulled my sweats down to my knees. She.