You could clearly see my areolas and hard nipples through the top. The bottoms? Forget it.g string bottom that BARELY covered my slutty slit. It kept ...hifting so my pussy lips were sometimes out. I took off all my makeup and false eyelashes because I didn’t want to look older than I was. I wanted to be myself. I threw on 6 inch clear stripper heels and a trench coat and made my way to the alley. It was right around 10pm, dark enough not to see but the space was open enough that if people looked. .and down....and back up again. Trevor exploded!! He didn't cum....but his arms shot out from his sides and fists grabbed handfuls of the bedding, he buried his face in the pillow and screamed, and then both hands grabbed his already spread cheeks and allowed me total access.I worked his asshole. I knew that was what he really wanted. I was right. I worked my tongue all around and directly onto his tight bud for a few minutes as he kept his cheeks spread and groaned into the pillows. Time to. He pulled one of his arms from beneath her knee and started squeezing her bouncing breasts."Feel like a teenager again, honey?" he purred at her.The question went unanswered in the intensity of the moment, the force of his fucking making her delirious. She was getting close, and so was he, she could feel it in the erratic rhythm of his hips, in the tightening of his stomach."Danielle." He tangled his hand in her hair, the other still holding her knee back. "Oh, goddamn."The pressure built. Soon enough, we became friends and were chatting every day. She would send me jokes and some of them would be naughty. I would just laugh them off. We even met for Juice a couple of times.About a month later, it was a close friend’s birthday and I ordered a chocolate Vodka cake from Payal and she said that she would deliver it herself.The doorbell rang and she was at the door. She looked gorgeous and smelt great. She told me she had to go to a party later. I offered her juice, coffee or.