. the picnic.Phyllis was on time and I could sense the excitement in her. She opened the door and jumped right my truck and said, "Get going! I want a...picnic! You better have packed some good shit in that basket!" smiling the whole time.We found our parking spot at the bottom of Murphy's Hill, grabbed the basket and started our hike up the trails. I'm not out of shape and I can hold my own in most situations, but Phyllis was kicking my ass on those trails. I was putting out a pretty good sweat. I fetched.“David?” Wendy looked inquisitive.“They’re in the pool,” I said.Just then, a kindle of wet kittens scampered around the house corner and climbed to the porch.“Were in the pool,” I amended.“Kittens!” the blonde recommenced bawling, “I killed a mom!”Personally, I think she’s weaning her kittens.The vet said we’d find her when she begins to stink ... or she’ll come back on her own ... or never.At Seventy-three days ... and counting ... the huge balloon that was a cream with orange spots. "Just how long do you think they could last? I bet they can't get it up more than once. And let’s face it, one million quid for a quick blowjob is good value for money."She went back to sucking my cock. The things she was saying were starting to make sense. Okay, she'd have to suck them off, but at least they wouldn't get to fuck her.She started to hum as her mouth worked its magic, sending vibrations up and down the shaft. I shut my eyes and imagined the two men fucking her lovely mouth. "Oh. I have shared my experienceswith others in person and in chat rooms.I have recently felt an urge to share with even more peoplethe wonders and joy I felt during my first few times outdressed. This is my first installment.Jinni's First Man Chapter 1As a young boy I had enjoyed many times the feel of silkand nylon as I would dress in my mother's sexy undies andnylons when she was gone. I would rush to her room as soonas she would leave for work or run an errand. This was theextent of my dressing.