With a little practice I could walk in themcomfortably, my trim fanny figure-eighting as I strolled across theroom. Mom's bras were just the right siz... to pack my perky bosom intoand I soon found myself encased in an underwired lace brassiere andmatching panties. I felt so hot and sexy it was all I could do to stopmyself dancing.Dresses, pants and blouses fitted perfectly and I spent an exciting daydressing up. I learned to walk in a skirt, which felt so strangecompared to pants. I marveled at. “Please, please, please.”Angie’s fingers curled and moved harder and faster until it was too much and Lori came again. She didn’t stop fucking and sucking on Lori until she begged her to stop. With a satisfied grin, she stood up and kissed Lori then led her to the couch.Despite two great orgasms, Lori still wanted her. She followed on shaky legs and lowered herself to the floor in front of Angie’s already outstretched legs. She leaned forward and took a long slow lick, collecting her. ..took its toll after a year or so. She never called me anything but Rowdy, her horses name. We never fucked unles her horse was watching. I caught her under her horse one day stroking his fully hanging almost two foot cock. She was embaarassed but continued on until Rowdy exploded what looked like a gallon of cum all over her naked body. "FUCK ME!.....FUCK ME!...with all his cum...all over me!" she begged. It was a prety disgusting experience for me, but I did it and left her. I placed my luggage in the compartment overhead, and then went to sit down, having to make her move.“Yeah, go ahead,” she said politely, cooperating.I walked past her, staring at her cleavage, not missing a single detail of her rounded, perfect tits. From my new position, I now became aware of the black lace and bra that supported both tits. It was a bra that passed below the blonde’s boobs so gracefully. These tits were this woman’s secret source of power over me. I knew having the right tits.