She knelt beside him. “I'm naked now.” she whispered. “You smell lovely” he said. “Thank you.” she said. She watched his hand pumping his ...ock up and down. “I'm squeezing my nipples to make them nice and hard There. They're standing out nice and proud“ she teased. ”So tell me, what do you fantasize about? Touching?” he nodded “Where? she asked. She took his free hand. “Here?” and placed it on her breast. He let out a little gasp. “Yes.” he replied. He caressed her firm nipple. She whipped it. You have a roll of dimes taped tight that makes hitting lethal and you learn to use a knife. You never smile or laugh or cry and when your so-called parents walk out you know it's your fault. From the start you can't understand the games boys play... you do them anyway. When your seventeen you walk away from a scholarship and join the Air Force, hiding in plain sight. You try sex with men and sex with women and you still feel nothing so you close down even more. You don't much care if you're. He ran a hand over her tight breasts under her skinsuit, softly kneading them making her nipples harden like two red light beacons. The sheerness of her outfit only enhanced the feeling. He ran his hand down over her belly, flat and firm with anti-aging. She pushed his hand down over her mound, through her delta and between her legs, fingering her bulging clitoris. The skinsuit between her legs detected his intensions and her desires and parted without effort.His fingertips felt her wetness.. Not bad for a woman of her age.The next went through the same routine. She was bigger breasted and a little bigger around the waist and a little shorter too, blonde hair and a really friendly smile. She would be fine too, I thought as she left the room.Four more followed, each stepping confidently across the room, high heeled mules clacking on the wooden floor. At the end all six returned and stood in one long line across the room. Alessa made a big thing of the costumes. "I hope you approve.