So it was decided that everyone will sleep on the terrace but at the last moment, my parents decided against it. Only me, my younger brother and her r...ached the terrace, made our beddings and lied down with my brother between us. But I was not even able to close my eyes. I waited till my brother fell asleep, rolled him to my place and I took his. She had her eyes closed. But I was pretty sure that she might do something naughty. She also had an idea that I was no longer a k**…And now the game. ”Did he know I wasn’t talking about the dairy? That little smirk remained on his wide lips. He had a wolfish look about him. He had freckles. His blue eyes matched his milk man uniform.I opened the paper bag, slipped out the block of butter wrapped in waxed paper, leaned forward, and put my elbows on the tabletop. My breasts hung against my dress. They’re not small breasts. They make an impression. I unwrapped the butter from its waxed paper. I took my time about it and let him have a good long. Thick veins were visible on route to the large head which my fingers could not quite traverse.Brett slipped to his knees before me and let his hands wander up under my nurse's uniform; I felt my thighs part in expectation as they reached my panties. It had been a long while since a man had touched me, and I willingly raised my buttocks from the chair as Brett removed my panties. He slid my uniform up my thighs exposing my pussy to his eyes for the first time. He then gazed at my nakedness for a. No. Not my ass.My pussy, now, I thought, which made me smile, and a warmth I'd neverdreamed possible spread through me. My pussy. My cross-dressing pussy.Which had just been fucked. And I could actually feel his cum, inside me, sloshing andmoving as our bodies stopped shuddering. Which made me feel elated, andoh so wonderful. I'd never experienced anything like being made love tolike that, of being fucked like that, of having a masculine man pierce myvery soul with his cock.