.. I got too big for them,” Wendy says, holding the hem of her blue skirt firmly against her knees. “I didn’t notice until I tried them on today... I’m sorry,” Wendy adds, holding her head down in shame.You want to fuck Ms. Smith up now, but you’re curious as to what Wendy meant by being ‘too big’ for her tights.“Up here now!” Ms. Smith yells at Wendy. You’re blood is boiling. “Bad girls get punished. You’re a woman, show some social etiquette!”You watch Wendy scurry over to Ms. Smith and be. "Which is why, at eight o'clock that evening, I found myselfdashing around my condo, putting the finishing touches to mymake-up, obsessively checking and rechecking my dress in themirror, and generally acting like a teenager on their first ever date. But then, this was my first date as a woman, and I was more nervous about it than I could recall ever being about any past date as a man. There were things I was hoping would happen tonight, and things I hoped would not. I had a lot riding on the. . aggressive. You took what you wanted and you came inside of me”, she replied in a shaky voice. She lay there breathing erratically while little quivers radiated through her body. Rolling onto her side to face me she again buried her head in my chest. She picked up her head and i place an arm under her neck and my other arm over her body. Laying her head on my arms i tightened my grip on her. She laid fairly still except for the quivers which shook her about three times per minute. When they. ”“I would love to see you, just as you take your first look at yourself in the mirror.”“I would love to show you what’s underneath my clothes. I feel so good, and I feel so sexy for the first time in my life. Would you please gather the bottom of my blouse and pull it over my head? I want you to see my breasts, as I see them for the first time.”“Sure, I’ll stand behind you to pull your blouse over your head. I would love to pull your skirt down over your sexy hips too while you stand.