Holding him in my hand I oozed out every last drop of cum from his cock as I licked it all off him, standing up and facing him he was breathing heavil..., I leaned in and kissed him, he grabbed me and furiously snogged he as his hand moved down to my cock. I stepped back away from him and stripped off he smiled when he saw MY 6” sticking up.We got in a cuddle as we snogged his hands were all over my back and bum, as was mine over his, his tongue was delving in my mouth as my cock stuck in his. Still, I’m scared and I start to try and edge away little by little. As if he could read my mind he grabbed my arm, stared into my eyes and told me that If I loved him and still wanted to be his girl friend it was time to do this. Ripping off my panties, he smirked at me with a glint in his eye that I never seen before. As if thinking that I was going to try get away he held me down with one arm and in a flash was unbuckling his jeans and taking his cock out. I had felt his cock hard through. Right then Iabsolutely didn't care if everybody in the nail salon knew I was reallya guy. In fact, I hadn't felt this way since......since that day I was dressed as a Southern Belle in a ruffledlavender ballgown, marching in the annual Heritage Day Parade,resplendent in my hoopskirt and pantaloons, floppy ladies had andparasol, and of course, my long satin gloves with the little buttons atthe wrists that went all the way up over the elbows... remembering thatday I suddenly shuddered."Are we. Little by little, Maria realized she liked it. Intrigued, she watched him as he became more... assertive. His hand moved to rest on her thigh as they talked, his conversation and confidence keeping her at ease. As the alcohol continued to work on her inhibitions, his hands became bolder, moving slowly up her leg, resting on increasingly more intimate places. Maria became more uneasy with these new advances, but there was something else... she also felt an odd attraction, a sexual excitement. He.