‘He’s bringing my new toy around. I’m letting Drew borrow her for the night,’ Mr. Brantley responded with a twinkle in his eyes. Drew came in ...oments later. ‘You ready to go?’ he asked Kaitlyn. ‘We aren’t riding with everyone else?’ she asked. ‘It wouldn’t look like a date to Mallory if we rode with them,’ he reasoned as he led her to the driveway. His father’s metallic black BMW Z4 Roadster sat in the drive. ‘Oh wow, this is nice,’ Kaitlyn gasped as he helped her into the car. They drove in. Then I felt the door open. We were all over each other, the two girls fixed at their lips, me holding Amise as if to save her from falling, Amy fumbling for my belt and my left hand with a full grasp of her left boob, round, pliable and throbiing with a life of it's own. The front of my legs was still forced upon Amises, whe her legs suddenly opened just an inch.My appetite was all over the place but I was stable enough, to slide my right hand into that heavenly space created by the parting of. This situation happened on the first vacation that I went to the Algarve alone with my boyfriend who, six years later, I ended up marrying.At the request of my boyfriend, I was walking topless with my breasts, which at the time were size 38D, showing everyone very relaxed despite being excited by the situation since I was always a good exhibitionist. One of the times when I went to the shower when I went back to my boyfriend who was sleeping in the towel, I noticed that a few meters above us. I had always been slightly built. At 5'6" tall, and 135 pounds, I wasnever good at sports. I hung out with the guys, but secretly wouldrather talk about fashion than football. My mother had taught me abouthousekeeping and cooking. I kept those things a secret during mycollege days when peer pressure pushed me to act macho. Now, workingfor Mistress Jen gives me the opportunity to explore my feminine side.She has just taken it way too far...Oops! That is Mistress Jen calling me to come.