She certainly was a tough nut this one and I think I underestimated herwhen I called her feisty. I think the word ?feisty' was coined as a mildalterna...ive to ?Mandy'. I obviously wasn't going to avoid her this time."Can we talk?" she asked."Well I know you can. It's stopping you that's the hard part." I said,mentally chalking one up for my side. She wasn't happy with my remark."You don't have to be like that." she said. "I just wanted to know fromyour point of view what happened. Hell, I know. Ooh, see this bit here? When you're struggling?I swear it looks like you're really getting into it when you're goingdown on that guy. But look who I'm talking to! You know better thanmost people that the most creative work takes place in the editingroom. You're going to look like a star when we're through!"He didn't say anything, his bravado replaced by growing fear. "Aww, butlook at me, here I am giving you notes," she teased. "I'm sure you'llget better with practice."That got his attention.. I told her I'm battling to fall asleep and she asked why.I told her that all I have running through my mind is the picture of my cock in her pretty puss. Amy laughed and then lifted the sheet she was laying under for me to get into bed next to her. I climbed in and laid on my back and almost immediately Amy gripped my hard cock with her left hand. She then said "you really are fully hard." And I replied saying yip.To my suprise Amy then moved down under the sheet and to my hard cock. She took. It certainly wasn't skin tight, but it was definitely on the short side. I was the type of skirt a woman wears when she wants to show off her ass when she beds over. She had me put on white lacy panties and garters and white ribbed cotton stockings and these Catholic girls school shoes she had bought at the thrift store. On top I wore a tight youth size T-shirts with a star on it so I could feel how hot it felt to wear a tight shirt. Over that I put on a black cotton button up sweater.By this.