The skirt had suspenders which I connected to my stockings. I finished off my outfit by putting on a tight black chiffon top with a scooped neck. I ad...usted my breasts so that I got some pretty good cleavage, one that would put most women's to shame. Next I had to put my make up on. The good thing about having been crossdressing at home in private for so long was that I got a lot of practice putting make up on, so it was no trouble for me to put on some foundation, eye shadow, mascara and lip. I started breathing harder and then I felt him tugging at the sides of my thong. “Rip them off.” I said. With one quick yank, they were crumpled up on the floorboard of the limo. “Turn around” he said. I complied. He pushed my skirt up around my waist and I felt his hot breath on my belly and he started kissing my skin. He kisses trailed lower and lower. His fingers spread my lips apart and pressed inside me. I moaned and had to move my arms to get a better hold of the roof. I was getting more. I responded with a kiss of my own on her cheek, but what I really wanted to do was lower my hands and pull her to me. Press myself into her and explore her forever sensuous lips with my own. But I was always afraid of ruining a good thing. Thoughts of regret plagued me after my last day that I had let something really fine get away. That was until about two months ago. I got an email from Amanda asking if I had any time in my schedule to help them through some rough patches with some difficult. “Every youth fourteen years and up should be a catamite, among other things. They should be pretty boys. Trollops. Dandies. Sucking cock and taking it up the ass, but also not neglecting their moms ... and sisters. They should be Mama’s boys, too. Incest is the best! No doubt of that!” Denise moaned as she welcomed David’s groping of her sleek cheeks.“They should also take turns fucking Brandy and being fucked by her, if you ask me,” David proposed.“Oh, naturally! Brandy was born to be.