Istepped out and dried my hair and styled it the best I could. I hadbraided it loosely and wrapped it around and pinned it in place. Not aprofession...l style, but one I felt brought attention to my face andworked better with a scarf.I put on the bra and the breast forms and felt comforted by the weight.Next came the stockings and the panties then the corset that althoughdifficult to tighten felt loose. Almost as if it fit much better thanthe first time, and that it had done its job of shaping. 'Sexual pleasure awaits, no experience necessary.' Yes, that would make a fine sign in the window of a brothel. I could tell that Bobbi did have the experience, and not only with the male of the species. Her touch was knowing, gentle, caring; she wanted to teach me, to please me, even as my mouth feverishly attacked her pink nether lips.My fingers massaged those lips, spreading them, invading between them into a wet cavern. Imagine if you will the surprised reaction when she tried to. His jet black hair, was longer than was tradition, it fell to just below his chin. It was ruler straight and thick. Oh, how she had longed to run her fingers through it! His eyes, they were the exact same shade of green as the tear drop emerald she always wore at her throat. His voice had enchanted her from the very first moment she had heard it. It was very deep, and he spoke with the Irish brogue that had always made her knees weak. His smile, oh god, she had become addicted to it. He had the. ” She replied. “Are we done?”“Is your pussy wet?” he asked.She reached down and checked. “A little.” She answered. “It feels nice when I touch it.”“Let me see.” He said, opening her knees with both hands. “I'm going to touch it, and you tell me if it feels nice, okay?”He slid his hands up the inside of her thighs and caressed the gusset of her cotton panties, then began tugging them off when they soaked through.“What are you doing?” she asked, biting her lip. “I’m naked.”“Does it feel.