With my face literally between her legs, eating away at her delicious pussy. I couldn't imagine at this point a better position to top all else. But M...ley soon proved that theory of mine wrong. Somehow during her escalating orgasm, she gathers just enough energy to prop herself up and lean back forward. A mission of hers to sixty-nine each other. The stunning brunette again reaches for my raging junk and devours it into her mouth. While sucking me off, I had the pleasant chance to finally see. And of course the cell reception out here was spotty at best. I checked it again for the 100th time and same thing - nothing. I knew I should have followed my friend Tim up to his cabin, but I let work hold me up as usual. Besides the directions he had given me had seemed simple enough. I don't know where I had made the wrong turn, but I was sure I should have been there by now. I rounded the next corner on this two lane country and was shocked at what I saw. Up ahead was a local bar, and it. If only I can get the nerve to go out dressed, hiding at home dressed when nobody is at the house has gotten old. I managed a few times to get all dollied up and drive around. Even one time I drove to a town close by and attempted to go in a friendly bar that catered to all kinds, and lost my nerve. I told myself this time it would be different. I head up to my hiding place for all my fem items. Over the years I've ended up with 2 trunks worth of fem attire hidden in the attic. I move my. Very strappy. Low back and front. Sleeveless, of course, so much of the sides of my breasts is clearly visible. Oh 36DD for the avid reader.So, there’s the picture. When I walk or sit, this thing splits at the sides to my waist. My tits are covered, Just.KNOCK KNOCK. I almost turned to go to the bedroom to get a robe but, suddenly, felt this overwhelming urge to open the door, dressed as I was. My hand, with a mind of its own, reached for the door. “Hello, John, come in”.“Hi Anne, I’ve called.