Looking at my reflection, my hands fondled my bra-covered breasts. I pinched and pulled on my nipples until they ached with pleasure. I found myself f...ntasizing what it would be like to make love with Beth. As I pinched and pulled my nipples, one hand undid the front clasp to the bra. Slipping the bra off, I lifted a breast to my lips.Watching my reflection and thinking of Beth was having the desired affect on me. I never felt like this before, let alone fantasize about another woman.As I. Ali is a beautiful person. She is now 38 years old and I have reached my early thirties. Since our home is far, far away from town and nobody ever comes there, our dress code is limited too nothing or just diapers. Both of us still like to eat corn flakes, a lot of them, with milk and sometimes fruit. We fill up at night andenjoy our first full load of shit in the morning. We have a rule every morning, and that rule needs to be followed if possible. Each morning we meet in the kitchen or the. With underwear sorted you select a suitable short backless red dress. You apply a little bit of makeup and check yourself out in the mirror, "looking good girl" you think to yourself as you do a twirl in the mirror, and smacking you're ass with both hands and giggling. "thank god for discreet packaging and online shops" you say aloud, knowing that there was no way your parents wouldn't have a fit if they saw some of the clothing you bought yourself for college.You're just putting on some tall. This was when I purchased it for pleasure. I began looking through the high end formal wear. Then I saw it. The ultimate dress. I think I screamed. It was so outrageous. It was cut with a formal bodice and shaped to curve with the body with a slight flare at the feet. What made it so special was the print. It was navy blue drawings of lions, tigers, giraffes and more. It was a navy safari that had big blue rhinestones up the bodice. Like a little k** I said mom if this dress doesn’t fit I won’t.