"We split up a few years ago. He was married to his work more than me."Janet paused and then asked a question out of the blue that threw me fora loop...."Do you remember that weekend we all had together? Do you stilldress?"My mind was suddenly filled with the memories of when I sought femininedesires and submission. I had not done pursued it for many years but allof a sudden, the urges were boiling inside my mind.It was like Janet could read minds. "That's what I thought. Why don't youbring Vicky. I kissed her belly, then her tits, and then Ikissed her. I ran my hand up her thigh and grabbed her cock again. Iswung my leg over and straddled her stomach. I kept my hand on her dickto guide her in as I sat back, just as she'd done hundreds of times.I had told myself that it would feel a lot like sex always did: warm,wet, pressure, friction. But the moment of penetration belied that. Ifelt her cockhead press against my vagina, and then my labia parted, andshe was in. It didn't feel like a. You push gently against it and it feels so good... You excite me so and seduce me beyond my inhibitions. Your hand slides further and your fingers move my thong aside. You slide your hand against my core and my cream coats your hand. My eyes shut as you rub my clit. Ungrasping your arm, my hand strokes your cock through your pants. I squeeze it and stroke the outline of its length and girth... I remember the feel of you in my pussy, and my core throbs and squeezes reflexively on its emptiness.. ’ ‘Thanks.’ The woman walked off toward the direction Cassie had indicated. She wasn’t sure that help would even be helpful at this point since she had no idea what she wanted. She browsed for about ten minutes on her own, looking at different outfits. She didn’t even know what size she would wear. Small? Medium? Large? Did they have petite? Was a size 6 jeans the same as a size 6 piece of lingerie? She had no idea. So she decided to go back to the sales girl. ‘Can you help me?’ ‘Sure!.