"Their faces were close, and then hesitantly closer. Who kissed whom first, Cassie never knew, but it was soft and gentle and lasted a little too long... Cassie was breathless and sensitised. Harry smiled, as if he knew what the effect had been, and with a "Good night, then," left the car.Her thoughts were in turmoil as she drove back. She wondered why she felt a sense of guilt at the kiss, that in some sense she was not being honest, or that the new relationship was not real. She savoured the. I was able to recall the feel of the silky garment against my skin, the sensation of the nylons brushing against each other as I walked.I recalled all the women at the party who danced with me and rubbed my silk covered ass. "You feel like a real girl," more than one said, and I did. I saw the vision of the girl I had become for that night beckoning me, but that was Halloween. What would Lydia say if I told her I wanted to dress up again just for my pleasure? To help satisfy the urges I stopped. I was accustomed to being the voyeur anyway. The thought of having sex with them was surreal, yet exciting. On Saturday afternoon, we all entered my room. The weather outdoors was rainy and dark, and I set the room lighting accordingly – enough light to see, but not too much. I even lit some nice candles. Carl wore sweats and Maria wore her terrycloth robe, which she typically wears around the house. She was beautiful sitting on the bed. He sat next to her and they both looked at me. “Relax,” I. " Melinda's eyes had rolled back into her head. Katie wasn't teasing her like Leah had been. She attacked the other girl, driving her straight towards an earth-shattering orgasm.I played with Melinda's breasts. I squeezed them as if they were ripe melons. Her nipples were erect; my tongue traced circles around them. When I pinched her, she cried out with pleasure.Her whole body began to shake. Katie continued to assault Melinda's clit with her tongue but like our other wife, she pulled back.