The skirt was long, very long, longer than her legs so it hid her feet. But it was the black veil over her head that had Ashley staring. It was see-th...ough, and the light exposed the shape of her, the long hair that fell behind. White hair? It went well with her pale skin. Maybe she was very old? She was too far for Ashley to see her skin well, but she certainly didn’t seem old.And she seemed ... majestic. She wasn’t doing anything, just sitting there and waiting, bow in her hand and still upon. She never let me talk about my fantasies back home. I rubbed her clitoris as my story unfolded and she climaxed as I described his large cock pumping semen into her wet vagina. If that wasn't shocking enough, the next morning she wanted to fuck again! I told her another fantasy about a college k**, accidentally finding her home alone in the shower and she climaxed again.I was having the time of my life. Anne and I seemed to be going through a sexual renaissance and she showed not even an. . more than enough to cover it completely her pretty body. In short, having noticed that the girls in my school would never get out with me because of my shyness and my technique drag nonexistent, I signed up on the internet ... A dating site ... There were plenty of girls in my town on this site and I contacted a maximum for at least one or two answer ... This was the case ... I could meet one, we discussed one afternoon, and was never recalled ... I did not know how to do it, I was a little. .today's Bob's birthday and..." Allen got a faraway look in his eyes."I know you miss him," I said. Bob was Allen's ex-boyfriend. They'd broken up years before but Allen still thought about Bob every day. "Let me guess," I said. "This is Bob's wig." Yes," said Allen. Bob was into crossdressing, something Allen despised at the time. But now I think he regretted his decision to call off their otherwise ideal relationship."I want you to wear his wig for me...so I can..." Pretend," I said."Yes,".