What was it precisely! She had bought me a true, original, real-world “normal”short skirt. Yes I know this is booooring, but for me, it re...llymeant something. Finally I am done with makeshiftskirts made out of old nighties or old throwaways. Ihave always wanted to wet myself for real, wearing areal woman’s skirt. And this time, I even knew for surethat the skirt had already been warn and found suitableby a girl, so I couldn’t go wrong…So when everybody was away, I. I start pumping faster and harder until I realize she is patting my leg in an attempt to tell me to pull out so she can breath, but I hold it there watching the makeup rundown her cheeks. Suddenly back in reality I pull out and as I do I cum all over her big c cup breasts. Those nipples always do look splendid covered in cum. I look up and see a look of suprise and concern on her face as I kiss her forehead and tell her to get cleaned up. The next day I'm at my desk doing some work and. I never wanted to hurt you. I've been so selfish myself. Ishouldn't have done what I did with Mark. I realize you need more time toadjust to your transition and I'm sorry for what I have done."I knew she was trying to apologias for falling in love with Mark but Ihad to reassure her like Jean said. "Tammy. Don't cry. It wasn't your fault. I know what I want in my lifeand I don't want to hurt you. Stop feeling guilty about Mark! I don'tblame you nor do I blame him. It just happened and he was. Fifteen. This was not something you could find with your favorite hooker. I'm talking about well-treated skin here. To touch that skin, especially the smooth skin of Amy's breasts, was a privilege. To lick it... Was a pleasure.That skin was so good that Sally had to touch more of it. She ran her hands over Amy's butt. Lightly, at first, but then she started to get rougher.Sally even started to move her head down. Licking Amy's belly.But who was in charge here?Amy would not take that. Yes, she.