I found a mid-calf black woolskirt that I could get over my hips. The waist was tight but I couldbutton it. Then there was a hot pink angora sweater... sleeveless andvery small. My breasts stretched the weave so far you could see thecolor of my bra clearly. A wide, shiny PVC belt with a big buckle -cheap and it looked it. Bracelets, anklets, clunky necklaces, bighoops, all in fake silver. High heels of course. And last but notleast, cheap cologne. Raoul called me on my cell. I was. The new position tilted her hips up so he could drill down into her hot chasm. Lifting and plunging, he fucked her harder, harder, and faster. She bucked and writhed, panting and moaning with the pleasure of his thrusts. The sheer size of him stretched her pussy, adding an edge of strain to the friction of his caress, his bare penis rubbing her inner chasm, teasing her with the constant motion, searing her with heat. She wanted this to go on and on until she went crazy. ‘Please!’ she cried,. It's also very quiet, which really makes it good. (I wear it to work fairly regularly, and can usually squeeze one or two good climaxes out of it before I need to change the batteries :-) The butterfly was doing its job well as I fantasized about what it would feel like tomorrow when I was standing in line at the check-in counter, buzzing away, trying not to show how I felt. I came gently, and then drifted off to sleep. My dreams stayed on that theme, and by the time Tuesday morning . “And do you want to continue?”Molly shrugged, her head ragdolling to face the floor. “I mean, yeah, if you do. Not right now though.”“I would not want to right now anyways.” I honestly told her. “This is a lot to take in.”Molly didn’t respond coherently, she just chuckled to herself. “I think it’s hitting me harder now.” she eventually mumbled. “I think I should be alone. Are you good?”“Yeah, I’m good.” I replied, the situation honestly scaring me a little. I got up from the bed and walked over.