Was moaning and rubbing on my swollen cock. I grabbed her waist and lifted her up onto my desk, lifting her feet up and spreading them open. I gazed a... the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. It was the perfect camel toe, with thick outer lips and just a tiny strip of inner lips peeking past her slit. Her very light brown pubic hair was thick over her pussy. I began kissing her inner thighs working my way to her pussy. As I got close I could smell her pungent overheated sex. There was a tiny. The only discrepancy being that I was actually a 37-year-old man, happily married and, here at the precise instruction of the woman I loved and was married to. She had returned home a day early, from a trip to her sister's place, in the country. What she found as she walked in, was her husband wearing her underwear and, fully made up to boot. She insisted that, if I wanted to remain married to her, I would agree to dress up for her, whenever and wherever she instructed me to. I was. "Nothing," she said. "We'll come get you when we're ready for you."When you're seventeen, and a guy, it's pretty normal to feel like you're superior to girls a year or two younger than you. I don't mean that in a bad way. You just feel older and wiser. And yes, I know how stupid that sounds to somebody who's actually grown up, but that's the way it is when you're a kid.Now, add to that the fact that four popular girls are eager to get you alone in your sister's room, and that past behavior. She was wearing a pair of white linen pants and I could see her g-string underneath and felt a shudder up my body, “ I can wait for this!” I thought in my head.If two weeks away in the sun with Sarah was not good enough there was Liz, her best friend. Liz was the same age as Sarah and was her soul mate. They were always together and were very popular on their social scene. She too was very beautiful and slightly taller than Sarah. Her legs were long and slim and lead to very pert ass. I had.