I knew Mr Sweeney was sweet on me, (No pun intended) and the row upon row of glass jars fill with candy of all shapes and colours, bedazzled me, as if...I were a girl locked in a jewellers shop. Being mid-teens and messed up hormonal wise, snaring someone like myself, gave a fantasy opportunity to a man in his sixties, and Mr Sweeney knew that, by locking the front door and turning the little card that read, 'Closed, back soon', then he would lead me into the back shop, where I would play the. Did I tell you I have a fetish for woman clothing and also for latex? I was eager to look in my sisters closet, knowing we had around the same size (she always used clothing from me, to look "cool"), I thought, maybe I can fit some of her clothing.When I was sure they left, I walked into my sisters room, to look around in her closet. When I opened her closets (it's HUGE!) first door, I found some dresses en skirts hanging. Even her very hot, and sexy dress she uses when she really wants some. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t plan to do any of that—okay, maybe playing with your tits, but not the rest of it.”“Mom!” I scolded her, “I said I enjoyed it, so quit beating yourself up.”She glanced over at me again, obviously trying to figure out if I was serious. “Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”“No, I’m not just saying it. I enjoyed all of it. I enjoyed Dad playing with my tits ... obviously.” And I let out a little giggle, “And I enjoyed what. His jumbo junk was heavy and seriously taxing the fabric of his jeans.I began to unbutton his fly, but his hands on my shoulders steadied me."You don't get a thing till I get some pussy in my face." He pushed me back against his bed.He unceremoniously pulled up my dress and pushed me back; I fell prone on the sheets.Then his face was gone between my thighs, and I mewed in ecstasy at the feel of his tight dark curls grazing the insides of them.He lapped at my clit slowly, dragging his hot tongue.