" Not until you take off that silly nightgown." Why don't you take it off me? It won't bite." It's bad enough that you have to be dressed like a woman...t work. I don't want to see it in my bedroom. And when areyou going to do something about those boobs?" You mean OUR bedroom," I sighed as I began pulling thegown over my head, "First of all, if I am going to presentmyself as a woman in public, why would I want to get rid ofmy boobs? Just so I could wear prosthetics? Second, youknow they grew. Today, right by door number 6, of one of the shopping meccas of the world, you are finally meeting in person. You have arranged to meet at 10 am, it seemed a nice convenient time. Nice round number, plenty of time to allow for hold ups. Plenty of time to miss your stop or take a wrong turn out of the tube station, but none of those happen, and you're at door number 6, before 9.30. You check your watch. Do you really want to wait thirty minutes, all alone. The expectation unbearable, the. This girl's called Lorraine. I never actually fucked her (like much of my wank-bank) but I was fucking her best friend - I'm sure they shared stories. Lorraine had a boyfriend at the time and I remember asking him offhanded once if he used condoms. "Nah, she's on the Pill" was the reply. Just knowing that she liked getting a hot load shot in her pussy was just more fuel for the fire.So whenever I'm lying there in the mood, off to the wank bank and today lucky Lorraine is the girl I pick. About. Exposed.She stood by the side of the bed continuing to look down at him and she unfastened the skirt which fell heavily around her feet. The pointed lower edge of her bodice was now directly and obviously signposting her mons and clit and cunt and he saw her cunt lips as she clambered up onto the bed and straddled him.She was kneeling in front of his cock and she was careful not to touch it with any part of her.If he arched towards her, she straightened more and moved away.He wanted to fuck her.