No, this was going to be a permanent change in how Iapproached life.That afternoon I changed into a dress for the first time. It wassimilar to the one...that our accountant, Leah, had been wearing the dayI had my interview, only dressier. It was my first "little blackdress." Black stockings, classic black pumps, and a gold chain necklacemade me feel very sexy. Too sexy to stay in my apartment. Besides, Ithought I'd look even better if I was sipping on a Cosmopolitan. Iheaded over to the bar in. She had had sex with the hulking black stud on two occasions since the excursion to town, but Brutus was a bit skittish about getting it on with the boss's daughter, and besides, Melanie had been so busy "expanding her horizons" that she hadn't had many chances for repeat performances.She rapidly darted downstairs and out the front door, crossing around to the back of the house toward the barn, where Brutus usually hung out. Sure enough, he was there all right, splitting logs. Stripped to the. "Mark looked at the clothes he had worn on Friday night."I can't wear this," he protested. "These shoes are so ugly and smelly."Sam didn't believe what his friend was saying. Mark always wore jeansand a T-shirt. As for him, there was no way he was going to dress likethat."That's all you have to wear," Mrs. Mason stated.Both boys reluctantly put their clothes on, each eager to get home andinto a pretty dress. As Mrs. Mason showed them to the door, they staredin disgust at each other."Before you. The force of the guy fucking her from behind transferred to me and actually turned me on even more. Every time he pushed himself into her and his pelvis met her ass, it was like he was fucking me.And then something very strange happened - probably a combination of a****l lust and alcohol: he pulled out of her, moved her aside and then got on top of me and slowly pushed his dick into me. It was an amazing, very appreciated change from the way the k** had fucked me. This guy knew what he was.