For me she had a pair of flowery French cut panties and a whitestrapless bra, since my dress had spaghetti straps.Handing them to me she said, "I'd sa... you could wear that without a bra, butas big as your boobies are, you may be uncomfortable walking around withoutsome support."Accepting them, I thought to myself, 'Thank heaven for small favors.' WhatI said was, "Thank you."We each began dressing in our respective outfits. The strapless bra liftedand pushed my boobs up more prominently upon. " I shuddered and realised he was right, I did want more. Being called a bitch, being told I was going to be fucked again, to be used just for his pleasure was turning me on so much, that and the long hard fucking that I'd just had. So I licked his cock a bit then took him fully into my mouth and sucked him, I swirled my tounge around his cock head, I took him deeper into my mouth, I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my throat... As he started to harden in my mouth, it was a had wonderful. He ran to the couch, giggling, feeling his boobs bouncing around. That was so cool. It had been hilarious seeing the look on that guys face. Sitting down, he put the box on the coffee table, and opened it up. "Ahhh" he said, inhaling deeply. He pushed his hair back since some of it was beginning to fall into the pizza. That was beginning to get a little annoying. All that hair flying everywhere. The rumbling in his stomach took his mind back off the hair as he started eating. After. She was a seamless, short girl of about f******n years old, blessed with the deepest blue eyes one could ever ask for – "killer eyes of a devil!" some of the townsfolk had exclaimed. Because this night was a special one, she had chose to wear a silk nightgown with nothing else underneath. Standing behind a corner, she peeked at her father, who was slouched on a leather couch of the living room and watching the news on T.V., wanting so bad to have him, wanting so bad to please him. Her father.