“Is everything OK over there?” … “You sounded ill!” … what a poor excuse I thought, so bloody corny! … Curious replied, “Is that you T...rry?”… “Yes, I replied”, Curious spoke … “I was very dry and needed something wet down my throat!” … I thought, oh yes … lucky Steve!“Come on over, Terry, have a drink with me!” I proceeded to her garden gate, which she unlocked, she opened the gate, and wow! … she was stunning in the black bikini, so much that my cock began to twitch even then … she guided me. She took a hold of my hand and pressed her boob with it, did that for a while and moved on towards my jeans when I got a hang of it. I was squeezing her boobs and kissing her lips while she was trying hard to unbuttonmy jeans, after a bit of a struggle, we came to a mutual understanding and I removed my jeans and she removed her blouse and bra. She then removed my shirt and hugged me tightly, I could feel boobs getting rubbed against my chest while I grabbed her ass and squeezed it.The tension. I was shocked back from my dream and smiled as I returned my attention to the TV programme. The older female disciplinarian administered her final few smacks with her paddle across the younger woman’s bottom before pulling the girl’s maid’s uniform dress down so that it covered her bottom once more. The younger woman was then told to stand up, she apologised for what she had done and then the camera cut to another scene where the two women were cuddling – the maid had been forgiven for the. "What do I look like?" I asked her. "You can look when we're finished!" She replied, beginning to cover my lips in lip gloss before applying a pair of fake eyelashes and thick black eyeliner as the final touch. She then dragged me to the mirror, which I looked in. I was a brown haired Alice. The dress was blue with a white mock-apron on top, and the four suits of a deck of cards depicted on the skirt. Besides the dress, my face now looked like a girls. Not just a girl, a hot girl. I looked like.