Pulling back from me Helen came around to the front of me. "Let's drink each others' cream my love, keeping our clothes on, I know how much you love t... fuck whilst feeling the silk, lace and lovely material of women's clothing just as much as I do." With that she kissed me, her tongue probing deep into my mouth. I savoured her lipstick, forcing my own tongue to flick against hers. We moaned together, our stockinged legs brushing lightly, skirts touching and rubbing, blouses pressing. Falling to. Fate settled this dilema for us both because of your excitement you fell forward off the couch and onto your knees. Your dressing gown fell off your shoulders and also exposed your golden buttocks because your knee got caught in the bottom half as you slipped deown. A voyeurs delight, and mine too! Well there was nothing else for it but to come down behind you slipping off my own gown in the process. My cock was hard, hard, hard. Almost bursting, to slip into something warm and wet.I reached. I then just smiled at him and bent down to gather up the bottles and cans. I deposited them into the bin, turned to him and gently leaned over and kissed him on the cheek….then left without a word. My heart was pounding out of my chest as went back into the house (with excitement, fear and pure naughtiness), however we had been gone probably no more than a couple of minutes, so we hadn’t been missed. I headed straight for the bathroom and as soon as a sat on the toilet I rubbed myself to one. I pinched and pulled at my nipple, feeling it harden between my fingers. My other hand slid between my thighs and began to circle lightly at my clit. The images of Margie and my mother danced through my head, their breasts hanging beautiful and heavy. I couldn’t believe what I was thinking – and though I felt like I should be disgusted, I was even more aroused by the taboo nature of it all. As I pleasured myself in the darkness of my room, I heard my door crack open. I caught my breath and.