I put on my light blue satin pants and a pair of blue high-heeled boots I had made to order at a shop called DeLyss in London. I wondered what shirt t... put on. I spotted his pretty white lacy shirt laying on the bed."Jamie, can I borrow your shirt?" I asked him, "I love it." Of course you can," he replied, "it looks much better on you anyway. You'll have to lend me a shirt though." He pulled on his black satin pants and slipped his feet into his little black shoes, lacing them up.I pointed to a. I grabbed her ass with one hand and caressed her perky size 32 tits with the other. Just as I remembered, an ass to die for and a woman that knew how to use it to get what she wanted from a man. We spent several minutes exploring each other. Reminding each other what took place the last time we met. As she slowly undressed, I was taken back by just how perfect her ass really was, I grabbed her with both hands by the ass and groaned in pleasure, god how I loved her ass. I started to nibble on. I’m so sorry.”I left her room and almost ran down the stairs.“Don’t be sorry,” she shouted after me, “You can fuck me when you get back if you like.”I met Dave at the pub to the obvious comment of ‘where the fuck have you been’. I couldn’t tell him the truth so the obvious excuses flowed out of my pathetic mouth.We chatted and drank a few beers, a few other mates arrived and we had some fun together, but I was engrossed in guilt by the time I had to go home. On a few occasions, my mates even. Beale steered Donna to a black vinyl upholstered reclining arm chair. Her jeans and panties were around her ankles, so it was all Donna could do to keep from falling. ?Plant your ass in that chair.? She pushed the girl down. Before Donna could fight back, Ms. Beale pulled off shoes, jeans, and panties.?No, Ms. Beale. Stop it. You mustn't treat me like this. I didn't do anything.?Ms. Beale put her hand on Donna's right breast and pushed her back in the chair. ?We'll see about that. I'll.