When he asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner the following day, I was as excited as a teen age girl.***The doorbell rang as I was zipping up my wh...te pleated skirt. It was short, almost six inches above my knees, and I wore it with a pink short sleeved turtleneck that clung to my emerging curves. For old times sake, a colorful silk scarf was tied gaily around my neck."Coming!" I shouted as I tore open a pair of nude pantyhose and tugged them up my legs.As I lifted up my skirt to twist them. He continued to release spurt after spurt. Then he seemed to relax and I cleaned my hands with a cloth and passed on a cloth to him and asked to clean himself. Then I moved towards Rajesh who was rubbing himself faster.I removed his hands, held the bottom and rubbed the rest of it harder. He felt excited and was pinching my nipples harder. I cried – ‘Ouch. Be gentle honey.’ He then moved his palm towards the flesh and started to press it harder. I repeated the same trick with Rajesh.I encircled. Janice was dressed in a tuxedo. Not super formal with tails, but just an elegant, black, James-Bond-Style jacket and pants with satin trim, bow tie, and white shirt (no ruffles)."You look ... you look ... amazing." Not bad, actually," she said, delighted, looking at herself in the mirror and turning this way and that. "Could be worse, anyway."You know how some women look even hotter and sexier when wearing men's clothing? This was Janice, even with no makeup and her short hair in its normal. He was in control of the kiss, the movements he made, precise, knowing what I liked, what I wanted, kissing me deep. I slowed the kiss and pulled his bottom lip between my teeth nibbling on it slightly, hearing his reaction in a moan. I carried on, urged on by his retaliations to my actions. His hands worked their way up my body, around my breasts and up to my arms, pulling them away from his face. He moved his kisses down onto my jaw and pressed my hands down deep and hard into the pillows. A.