True enough, the fabric was pressed against my pussy, and she began to push them inside me little by little. I tried to keep still, but the depravity ...f the moment overwhelmed my senses, and without wanting, I met each push with a forward movement of my hips. “Smile,” she ordered, and I held my fake, sweet expression while she pushed her soiled underwear into my dripping snatch. One final shove, and it was all the way inside, her dried juices mixing with my own fresh ones, and I felt degraded. As you swing the door open, your face flushes red as you realize the man standing at the door is not John, and you’re standing there in your panties. It’s Dan, and he looks as overheated as you, and in distress.“Oh shit, Dan.” you stutter, “I thought you were John, I… sorry, I would’ve put some clothes on if I’d known it was you.”He seems taken aback by your skimpy outfit, as if he’d suddenly forgot why he knocked on your door in the first place. “That’s, uh…” he begins, “That’s alright, Anna.. Janet tried on several of the sexiest dressesshe had ever seen, designed for dancing. One of the boutiquesspecialized in leather, she bought two leather skirts, one a mini, onelonger with a long slit up the back, a pair of skin tight leatherpants, a leather bustier dress in a deep red and one also in blue, bothhad c-cups so she could wear them after her implants were in place anda leather bustier top and jacket that would bring out her wilder side.They visited some of the finest women stores in. “Now come here and lick my pussy.”Peter absently squatted down and sat his phone on the table, his eyes glued to the sight of her teasing her need with the fingers of one hand, while the other played with her breast. He climbed onto the couch on his knees, and she stretched out a leg toward him. Her foot hooked behind his back, pulled him toward her, and then slid up his back toward his neck, encouraging him to lean forward.The perfume of her arousal hit him, sending chills up and down his.