I woke up horny as hell this morning and decided I would scratch the horny itch.I dressed in a cross over dress, a very tits out and thigh exposing ou...fit. I put on stockings; heels but oooops forgot any undies! I know what I want and I intend to get it.Greg – his name – is in his 40s, stocky, close cropped hair and is wearing tradesman’s garb. He is unconventionally handsome, has huge hands and talks like a bit of a geezer! I can see he is checking out my curves and so I ramp up the. "James," she gasped, "I am never, ever, getting in a car with that woman again!" Relax, Fran darling," replied Gabby calmly. "I told you we'd be fine." You nearly killed us!" retorted Fran, her spirit starting to return. "James, darling," she told me indignantly, "on the motorway she went on the hard shoulder and simply flew past a cement lorry on the inside —" He was going too slow," explained Gabby."— and then swerved right across all three lanes. I thought we were dead." James, lover, she's. God, I love the touch of your strong hands and powerful masculine arms around me, it makes me feel small (even in my high heels), feminine and so girly. In my mind this is the perfect time to let you know my secret. I know as soon as I turn around the ball will be in your court, and my secret will be out. Nervously I turn around to look at you while holding my breath, not knowing what you are going to do once you see the little lump under my dress. “I’m sorry, I never tried to trick you…you. Ilooked at Jeff and saw he was becoming erect again. Looking at me, shestated, "It's best if you get fucked again right after losing your cherry." As she spoke, Jeff removed another condom from the case on thenight stand and dressed himself. She remained on the bed holding me asJeff climbed between my legs again. As he placed the head of his prick atmy hole she released me and shifted so that she was sitting by my head."Just put the head in," she instructed him. He followed her.