"Ah, thank you, dear, right on time," Mrs. Ashton said to her. "Yourundergarments, sir."She gave me a flimsy, black garment."What's this?" I asked hor...ified."It's what you would wear under your new shirt, like you'd have worn avest," she explained."So it's a vest?" I asked."Actually, it's called a camisole, sir," the assistant said."Never mind about what it's called, for now," Mrs. Ashton said, ushering meinto the changing room again, "What's important is its function. Please putit on, then put. "Gee honey, thanks for showing me in advance how much you're going to miss me. Have a good time! Luv ya babe."Ahh, the secrets we learn when we bother to sit around and think them through."Weeeellllllll," she began ominously a few days later. That hinted enough at the imminent evil that I replied, "Okay, I'm not going." Nononononono," she soothed. "See, my cousin and her new baby are going to be up at my aunt's so mom and I will be driving up Sunday in the morning for an hour and then coming. Then she asked if I'd like to come back to her place and hang out. Of course I said yes, and soon we were in her apartment, making out, touching, licking, biting, and eventually fucking.She was amazing...perfect little lips and tongue that glided around my cock, little tits that I sucked on, a round ass you could bounce a dime off, and a tight, shaved pussy that was just dripping, begging for me to fuck her. I happily obliged, going deep, fast, rubbing her clit. Every position, lost in a wave. ’ ‘No, it isn’t. You can’t lie to me. We are too close.’ Kris nodded her head and tears filled her eyes. ‘How long have known?’ Susan smiled. ‘Since college,’ she said leaning back into the couch. ‘If you knew, then why didn’t you say something? Why would you let me go out with him all those times if you knew?’ Kris was totally confused. ‘I’m so sorry. It’s wrong.’ Susan took Kris by the hand. ‘No, it’s okay. You have nothing to feel sorry about. I trust you. I trust you with all my heart. It’s.