I could tell she was getting close, "Don't let your pussy cum yet." She moaned low and long, she didn't want to hold back but she was. I could hear he... moans coming faster and rising in pitch, she was close to cumming again. "Not yet, don't let your pussy cum yet." The following moan almost sounded like a comlaint. She was still in control when I told her to get off me, spread her pussy open then slide it up and down over the shaft of my cock as it lay against my stomach. As she rocked her hips. ’ I phoned for the pizza. Unlike other scenarios I’ve read about since then, where the woman answers the door in a towel and lets it drop and such, Carla wanted full exposure from the get-go. I thought she would chicken out when the moment of moments arrived. The doorbell rang. ‘I’m so fucking nervous,’ she said, gripping my hands. ‘Well, remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.’ She nodded. ‘I want to do this.’ ‘You’re sure?’ She nodded. The doorbell rang again. ‘Answer. Something guided me and I rolled us over so that I was underneath. Our bodies were clasped together and, unconsciously, I slipped my knee between hers, lifting my knee to tense the thigh muscle. She rubbed herself against the hard muscle of my thigh whilst her tongue explored ever deeper inside my mouth. Feeling the rising passion, I broke the kiss, lifted myself on my elbows and sucked on one of her hard nipples. Her reaction was immediate. The wetness engulfed my thigh, running down both. Anyhow while the lady was helping me look for something Icould wear; we found this pageant outfit. I said, "Wow I know it's alittle dressy, but it does look very girlish, do you think it would fitme?"She held it up against me saying it just might? I was in heaven when thelady then said well there's only one way to find out. That's to go andtry it on. She led me over to a dressing room saying go ahead and trythe dress and crinoline on. About three minutes later I came out of thedressing room.