The bustier looked like one of those old-fashioned ones with no straps going over the shoulders. The bodice itself was so tight that it kept everythin... firmly in place. The bra cups pushed her perfect breasts together and up to create a beautiful deep line of cleavage between those delicious mounds of hers. It was so tight that the warm flesh of her breasts seemed on the verge of spilling over the encasing cups.The bustier ended just above her flared hips and she wore a matching pair of satin. "?20 says I last in male clothes until Easter."The bet was on and various other folk made their own wagers on the side.I enjoyed the lively company of our friends. The fact that I was the onlyone in male drab didn't seem to inhibit the conversation and a good timewas had by all. About midnight Gloria and I headed home as we werestarting classes the following morning and needed to get some sleep. Imade a point of avoiding any goodnight embraces or a kiss on the cheek -we had sort of become. I know she has the same thing in mind as I do. One single pounce is all it takes; she bounces onto the bed, and pins me down. She kisses me deeply, and takes the lead in our little dance. Her soft skin runs along mine, and I feel the hum of my body responding quickly. The moistness I feel between my legs is already begging for her touch. She moves her mouth to take my nipples into her mouth, sucking on each back and forth. They were taut, and my moans were high. My body on the brink of. I then stand up and remove my clothes while you are still recovering from your orgasm. Once I’m fully naked - you take my cock into your hands and start playing with it. You have one hand holding my cock - while the other holds my balls. While you are holding my cock, my hands are on your boobs - twisting your tits; when I ask you to suck me, you let me know that you are not much of an oral person - I let it pass. We then continue to feel each other, rub each other. I then go down on you and.