An array of dresses and skirts, blouses and tops, and knitwear that all seemed to shout at me. Gradually I took and interest started to admire what lo...ked nice on these models. I don’t know how long after I started looking at these pages that I began to wonder what they would look like on me. With this realisation, the urge to dress-up was now essential but how I was going to do this I did not know. Two days later, on a Saturday, my opportunity came.For some reason, mum had to work whilst. She took me hand and I followed her to her room. she striped to just her thong so Isis the same. She pushed me onto the bed then went to her dresser. she came back with a purple vibrator. she took of my thong and started rubbing my clit. rubbing her fingers through my juices. she turned on the vibrator and began rubbing it up and down my slit. I was already about to climax when I started moaning she used the vibrator into my sopping wet cunt and stole my virginity. I gasped and she stopped. You're nice and wet. We're going to give you something to tide you over until your husband gets back." You don't have my permission for any of this," I protested. "I"ll report you to the police." We'll take our chances with that," Tom said, laughing. "If they put us in prison, we'll have much to tell the other convicts. We'll describe you so well they'll notice you if they see you. You are too gorgeous to resist."I kept telling myself that this was not really happening. Just to remind me that. At that moment I felt as though I were her toy, in the same way that Sophie was mine. As Sophie moved to the very edge of her climax, Veronica slid her fingers onto my clit and began to vibrate it firmly and insistently. I felt my own legs judder and low moans escape from my mouth into the wet confines of Sophie’s sex. Within seconds, driven on by my urgent moans, she surrendered in a spasm of uncontrollable pleasure to her own desperate need for release. Sophie climaxed on my tongue in wild.