She held out thepink tutu next and I stepped into that. I took a moment to admire myselfin the mirror and spun around a bit to make the tutu stand out...a little.Mother left the room for a moment and walked back in with the bridesmaiddress. I'd forgotten how pretty it was. She unzipped the dress and placedit on the floor in front of me. I was to step into it. A man can neverunderstand what a woman feels like when she's about to step into a bridalgown or prom dress or bridesmaid dress; especially. I was laying very still at first just enjoying the feeling of him behind me. He has his arm wrapped over around my stomach. I moved just a little and pushed myself closer to him to let him know I am awake and wanted to see if he was too. I felt him move in a little more. I think we were both testing the waters. His hand that was wrapped around me started to move a little lightly touching my arm. He was moving his hand closer to my breast. I was getting a tingling sensation and could feel my. On the beds were lots of guys I did not know watching whatever was on the TV. I turned to look when I heard “Oh ... I need a dirty woman. Oh ... I need a dirty gal.” As the guitars jammed, there was the blonde girl taking off a blue jeans vest to show off her small tits. She was inside some sort of truck where everyone was wearing equally cheesy clothes. Another girl’s hand comes up from under a counter where she looks to be blowing a cop. The girls start getting the guy’s shirts off as they. I kissed down her stomach, running my tongue around her belly button on the way and then more kisses, down through her fine, blond pubes till I reached her honey pot. It didn’t take long before Emma was writhing on the grasss beneath me and then as she came she locked her legs around my head. After what seemed like an age but was probably less than half a minute, she released me and I was able to breathe again. My tongue resumed its work on her clitoris. ‘No more, please, I am too sensitive.