Greta got a kick out of my choices appreciating my concernto be color coordinated. I was dressed, corseted, and made up to be abeautiful girl ready to...get fucked. I even felt like I had to strut,wiggle my ass and pose now and then only to entice guys. I was sick fromdoing these things but couldn't control myself. The sexier I acted, thewetter my pussy got. I wanted to stop but was compelled to act like abimbo sex object.My dress was a tight, hip hugging sundress with open arms. My tits. The girl moaned.The sound of the girl’s voice and her scent suddenly struck a note of recognition in Isabella’s mind. She did know who this was! But before she could focus in on the identity of her new female lover, she felt something push into her pussy...a thick cock was forcing her open. Oh God...yes. Strong hands held her thighs as centimetre by delicious centimetre the cock forced its way inside her. She groaned...“Oh yes...oh yes....that’s good....that’s so good” she panted, her mind. I knew she was well to do and her entire life seemed to revolved around academics. She was always talking about what she needed to do to get in to the right college. I had the biggest crush on her and would have done anything to please her. She seemed nice and friendly on the surface but when she thought no one was looking she could be a real bitch. I asked her out to the prom junior year and she turned me down. "Why?" I asked her. "Because your Asian, and we'd have ugly chink babies." she. "I think Mom wasn't too happy at being "Duh'ed". On the other hand, even Mom knew that "Duh" was a reasonable answer. Mom bit back her first response, then said, "You're right. Sometimes I forget about things like that. You should have been more polite though, just saying 'From TV' would have been better." Come on Mom! You're so smart I hardly ever get to outsmart you. Let me have a bit of fun sometimes." Perhaps Donna was smarter than I gave her credit for. Mom accepted that excuse with good.