Having not seen me for almost 10 years, but having stayed in touch on or off for a good part of that time Melissa or Mel as she liked to be called was...final going to see the guy who had fucked her around all that time ago. Dressed in a brown leather jacket ,tee shirt, jeans and black leather thigh high boots, Mel knew that I would want her again as I had always wanted her. We had met when Mel was 20 and me being 34 and after meeting Mel for the first time in a night club we had exchange phone. Her long slender legs were encased in sheer black tights. She wore knee high boots with a moderate heel and a lovely A-Line mid thigh skirt. She looked amazing. Tights! I can't escape them. For a moment I daydreamed about wearing a similar outfit. I loved crossdressing and whislt having a few items of clothing other than hosiery, I had never fully cross dressed but would love to. Maybe a nice blonde wig and expertly applied make up? What... no, what was I thinking? I needed to stop this, think. Phir ek dum se hi maine use pakad liya aur bola saali bhai chod raat ko to tune chut me lund daalne nahi diya aur phir me apni pyaas kaise bujhata. Tab vo boli ki nahi bhaiya mujhe dar lagta hai Main ye sun ke hairan rah gaya aur usse poocha ki tumne aaj tak kisis ka lund apni chut me nahi liyaa hai. To usne mana kar diya . ab samsya ye thi ki maine bhi kabhi kunwari chut nahi phaadi thi. Phir bhi main use bola isha tu chinta mat kar main tujhe bade aaram se sab maje doongaTo vo boli ki jaake. ..... inside of me, invading my body, forcing open my tender flesh, burrowing through until it's entire length is buried and coated by the silky wetness inside. "MMMmmmm that's it..... that's a good slut ....."My whimpers and squeals get drowned out by his euphoric groans of pleasure. I feel his hands slip out from under me, the weight of his body lifting off of me. My legs being lifted and pushed back towards my face, my ass and legs being held up in the air. "MMMMMMMmmmmmm" I moan desperately.