“But I also like to drive deep into her pussy. It makes me wonder what it would be like to take a woman the way a man does, the way you and Megan fu...k.”This planted the seed of an idea that I would have to think about.“And, um, uh, I wonder about the other way too, what it would be like to be the girl. But it would have to feel right, and would have to be someone I felt totally safe with.”She glanced at me and then looked away, blushing fetchingly. Well, this was an idea I had been nursing for. First the bra and panties changed into the white silk set I had bought especially for the day. The stockings changed too into the pair I had borrowed from my sister. The blue garter I had bought appeared on his leg and finally the last layer of underwear; the petticoats I had found that belonged to my great-grandmother. All carefully chosen to meet the requirement: 'something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue'.Once the underwear was in place the dress began to appear.. She's 2 years older than me. Anyway I couldn't seem to helpmyself and it was just so tempting that from the time I was maybe 13until Joy moved out and got married, I'd sneak in her room when I wasalone in the house and I'd put on her garter belts and nylons and evenher bras and panties. It felt so good and it was like an addiction. Butafter I'd, well pleasured myself, I'd feel really guilty and vow to neverdo it again. But I kept doing it. After she moved out and took all herstuff I stopped. I. When Joan arrived, we chatted for a few minutes before sitting down on the couch in my living room. My lighting is very soft and Joan looked absolutely divine. At one point, I felt like wetting my lips with my tongue I was so excited. Slowly, but with great assertiveness, I started to move in on my prey, edging closer and closer to Joan. As she turned the pages of the English book, I reached out and touched her hand, as if indicating she should reread a certain portion of the text. Sweat was.