Full length gowns were my preference and full length sleevemost desirable. Feeling my body enveloped in these highly femininegarments was wonderful.Li...ing as I did was a lonely existence; still I could not envisagegiving up my clothes as the price of forming a relationship. Then oneday it all changed.For several weeks I'd noticed a woman at my favourite coffee shop, eachday she would glance at me a give me a short restrained smile, at timeswhen she thought that I was not looking her way, she. Every few flicks of her tongue, her mouth would take in just a little bit more of me, as if she was sizing me up. Bit by bit, my shaft would disappear a little more, until she had all of me except about two inches, down her throat. She gagged a little, then pulled back a little, until she had me right where she wanted me. She wrapped her hand at that spot on my shaft, then began to bob her head back and forth. Her other hand was massaging and pawing my balls; it was the most pleasurable. I dumped them on the floor and pulled her on top of me. She guided my cock into her with an experienced push of her hips. She was whispering something in Spanish to me. I didn’t understand, but it sounded delicious, and the soft, almost innocent smooches we had in contrast to the way her hot pussy was wrapped around my cock almost made me delirious.Esther was watching us with a dreamy look on her face. She closed her eyes when Carlo put a hand on her hip and turned her slightly, then moved it. She took one final look into my eyes and resigned herself to her fate."Okay . . . I'll let you have your way with my ass." Holy shit! Did she just say that! "But only as a one-time thing. It stops after this. Understand? You can never ask me to do this again. I don't like cheating on your brother. I feel like I'm betraying Jeremy." If I wasn’t so damn horny, I would’ve laughed in her face. Imagine that. Betraying Jeremy. What about betraying dad! Anyway, who am I to complain? I was going to.