"The mere mention of spending the night dressed in womens clothing broughtfear and excitement to my heart. The excitement overrode my sense of shamean... I mentally vowed to get them all wrong from here on out."Guess what this is." I heard Mark take a step closer and something softpushed against my mouth. I parted my lips as something round, soft and abit sticky pushed its way into my mouth. I knew as I felt the soft ridgesand bump and the slipery slit on the top Mark was feeding me his dick.Like. “Dare accepted. I’ll finish my drink and …”“Need the courage, do we?”Damn the girl. If Brooke didn’t do this thing, she’d harp on it all evening. She set her glass down with a resolute thump on the table. “No, I don’t. Excuse me ladies, it seems I’ve got some business to attend to, before we can all relax and enjoy the rest of the night.”Kimber’s smile was insolent as Brooke rose from her chair. Awkwardness consumed the brunette and she tugged the hem of her dress down her fishnets. Stacey was. With three kids her boobs had gotten bigger, but with each subsequent kid they hung lower. Her belly was soft and plump, but proportionate to the rest of her body. Her thighs were thick and chunky and her ass was big and round. However, none of that changed how I saw her. I always openly flirted with her and over the years the flirting had become more reciprocated. Whenever we were with family it remained innocent and playful, but in the rare instances we were alone it got fairly explicit and. I took some blankets with us and I laid them out in my back yard and built a fire. It was about midnight, we hardly said anything to each other the whole night. Taking shots laying there under the stars. Once the bottle was gone, I asked her if she wanted to go up to my room and she said ‘no, right here.’ Then she kissed me. Oh my god she really kissed me. Now she’s grabbing my cock. I’m reaching underneath her tights to massage her pussy. It’s so wet already. I can’t believe any of this is.