The dress, of course, hid everything -- cock, cunt, slick juices that I knew were forming on William's shaft.His hands found the hem of the dress and ...e slid the material up to expose her tits to him and then his head moved forward and he buried himself in her breasts.The motion caused her dress to rise slightly in the back, but not enough to see the junction of his glistening jet black body and her small, white form.I looked at my watch and it said 6:15 p.m. But I could hardly tear myself. It was like a corset with a suspender belt attached. Ihad to admit that it matched my panties and I realised that it was toocold for me to stand around half naked.I was doubtful that it was my size."Ok I think I will wear the basque but this wasn't part of the bet. Howcome you have a basque in my size?"As Lourdes laced it I felt more of my beathe being squeezed out of meand I looked into the mirror at the very feminine figure in front of me."I guess that's what you call being stitched up," I. I immediately pulled my hands from out under my blanket and saw it was him. “What is it?” I asked. He came over to me and kissed me. “I just wanted to kiss you again.” He said before he gave me another and then slowly pretended to exit my room. I was annoyed and aroused already that I didn’t have time for him to play games. “Is that all you came in here for?” I asked him with a brow raised. It wasn’t long before he walked towards me, a little faster than usual, and smashed his lips against. It made me smile. “Yes I do. It was my gift for your twelfth birthday. I hadn't figured anything better. It's so stupid and cheesy. Why on earth do you come up with this now?” He laughed: “Yes, hahaha, I know. First, I wouldn't let you do. You had me all nervous with this.” “Yeah, you wouldn't let me do until you were ready. But in the end, you liked it, right?” Dale smiled at me. “It was the best birthday gift I'd ever gotten.” He paused. “And look who's miss smile all of a sudden!” During at.