I thought about itfor a few seconds then smiled to myself."Of course I will honey." I told him."It's just a little peculiar fetish I have." He explain...d.Mmm I thought, and we all have those.So with that I had to get preparing. I had most things I needed for theoutfit, a plain white blouse, a cardigan, white cotton panties, asimple bra and some frilly white ankle socks. All I really needed tocomplete the look was a short pleated skirt and a pair of black flatheeled girl's shoes. I was a bit of a. . since Janet, I mean?" He didn't want to know, but hehad to ask."You mean since we got married?" She was a little amused at hisembarrassed indirection. He'd gotten her hint, and was feelingunstable, just as she wanted. "Honey, that's very personal, thatkind of intimacy. Now that you've gone down on me, I can't allowanyone else to put her face down there, can I? Not any more! Toanswer your question, there was Janet and now there's you. Anyothers don't matter! Janet was my first really. That was her minimum standard and she refused to waver from it as a matter of principle. Katya was also averse to receiving male cocks into her female slit because her mother had instilled the sense of never allowing such liberties until they were married. She did allow cocks to be buried in her tight rear door and would take them on the bed, on the floor and even standing up against a wall.Katya had freely flowing long blonde hair like her sister Heidi but she liked to put it up in pig-tails. .. OH ... OH ... OH ... OH ... OH ... OH GOD, I'M COMING ... I'M COMING ... I'M COMING ... I'M COMING..."I writhed on the bed as I came harder than before. "Oh God, that was even better than last time. You better hurry up with Tristan. I want him to fuck me soooo bad." Okay Lydia, do it. Do it to me. And I'll call him tomorrow. And once I've had him, we'll share him. I doubt he'll object!" Marisol couldn't stand it anymore.Marisol lay down next to me and locked her elbows behind her knees She.