Her appetite matched her size."How old are you, Mrs. Shoemaker?" I asked, looking at the high, plastered ceiling and enjoying the warmth and smell of ...ur mutual efforts."Silvie," she said, "I'm called Silvie, and I'll be twenty next month. How old are you?"I told her. "How long were you married?" Nearly three years." She buried her fingers in my groin, grasped the base of my slack rod and then poked at my aching stones. "Are you wed?"I shook my head and smiled at her, my fingers exploring deep. Taking the ends of the sash in each hand, a gentle tug was all that was needed to have the robe fall open and unceremoniously drop to the floor. To my delight and surprise, she was wearing a full body stocking with an open crotch. It was of fine weave so her entire body was sheathed in silky smooth material. In the opening at the crotch, I saw what I'd been imagining. She was completely shaved and the milky white skin of her lower belly transitioned uninterrupted to form the mounds of her. Do you like them?” He was feeling a little uneasy and said, “Yeah, I guess so.” She said, “Are you shopping for your girlfriend?” He nodded yes and she said, “Perhaps I can help you pick out a few things for her”. Joe agreed and he followed her around the store. Her name was Lori and she was 5’6” and weighed about 110 lbs. Her tits were a perfect size and were real. She had a very tight ass and Joe enjoyed looking at it as she moved slowly throughout the store. Lori was wearing a very tight. He bites a little harder, swapping to the other nub and She makes me beg for more, revelling in the boundary between pleasure and pain being crossed. I'm caged in my own body, a helpless spectator experiencing a fantastically intense ride. While She is shades of me, I momentarily don't seem to know myself. The limits I impose on my body when I'm in control are gone, replaced with a base desire to test them, to push, to explore my sexuality beyond the acceptable. Far in the distance, as if they.