“Stockings or tights?” she’d asked.“Bare legs?”“Definitely not under that!” Bossy cow.“OK, stockings then.”“Wait here.” I waited...while she went to a storeroom and returned with a couple of pairs that she thought were suitable and a pair of three-inch heels that matched the frock.So I arrived at the party in one of London’s big hotels and was immediately grabbed by Lilly.“You look absolutely gorgeous, darling. Good old Mandy. She’s the business.” She kissed my cheek. “Fashionably late arriving. Hard. Her body shuddered with the intensity of the orgasm. It seemed to go on forever. After several minutes of her buildup, Marcia couldn’t seem to stop coming. Dr. Walters had pulled away and Marcia was still coming. Her body writhed on the table. Finally, it seemed that it was over. She was panting on the table and opened her eyes. He was naked! His large dick was standing a full attention as he walked up to the table. He put his hands on her knees and walked right up. He slid in easily,. She flexed her cuntal muscles tightly together in an automatic attempt at resistance and was immediately sorry, for the sensual throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite him more, and abruptly, his great prick was reaming its way deeper and deeper into her unwanting vaginal passage. She felt the walls of her recoiling cunt clinging to it like a sleeve of vibrant warm liver... and then the hard rubbery tip pummeled her cervix, and helplessly, she clenched her teeth and endured it.It fucked. Her hair was too long and not long enough, while her bottom was out of proportion to her chest, which was smaller than the average thirteen year old girl’s bust. She was simply a bunch of unmatched spare parts, cobbled together into a seventeen year old woman.That said, the picture of her fully engaged in lesbian love with a truly tiny girl, and being completely dominated by the little thing, was endearing, or adorable, or intriguing, or just plain hot.Take your pick.For whatever reason, I.