Thomas." I replied. I stood up making sure my skirt was just short enough, but still left him to his imagination. I had on my "fuck me pumps", a black...lace low-cut top, with a red Blazer over it. My 42D breasts sat up high and proud. I loved the way my darken caramel thighs and legs looked in this outfit. The closer I got to his door the more excited I became. Just his voice alone sent chills down my spine. KNOCK, KNOCK"Come in." He said. I grabbed the door knob twisting it and pushing forward.. ..where to begin? I guess it all really started in my teens, when I discovered the joy of dressing with one of my close friends. Like many others we started off slow, wearing panties and giving one another hand jobs and feeling at least a little bit like we were doing something we shouldn't be. After a few months of fooling around like this I arrived at his house one summer morning to find him dressed completely from head to toe in his sisters clothes. Tight, short, sexy little miniskirt. One last chance to stop. One last chance tohonor her husband and their marriage. One last chanceto fuck Pete. She wept as her hands went to her waist, anduntied the straps. She lifted the silk from her cunt,and let it drop to the floor. Pete pressed his cockagainst her bare opening. “Do it!” She cried. Pete took her hand, and placed it on his penis.“You do it.” “Oh God!” She closed her eyes. The tears stillcrept out as Pete grinned broadly. She. It wasn’t something I controlled with my mind, it was my body reacting, my body getting more and more aroused, until a little orgasm started to bubble up. It was a soft tickle of an orgasm at first, but it slowly grew stronger and more intense until it was so big I went over the edge. I let out a moan and he pressed his hand even tighter over my mouth to muffle all of the sounds. ‘Do you like that.’ He whispered. ‘Do you like my cock?’ My body was trembling and convulsing as the orgasm.