Whatever it was. I couldn't see her behind me, but I heard her pour two drinks, she handed one to me."Whats this?" It's on me" she said as she started...toward a stereo system, "Try it, you'll like it"Why was I doing this? why was doing anything this girl said? Why was I wanting this?Music played and she turned towards me, staring at me with the same hypnotic look she gave me on the dance floor. Slowly, Lauren walked toward me, I was terrified, stopping at my feet, she lifted a leg onto my thigh,. .. I’ll have you begging for it!”. Without further ado, the mature woman twisted her elegant torso, and filled the room with the echoing sound of the cane and its impact against flesh, her cunt moistening with sadistic release in her stringent effort in seeing him to tears. Her small audience of femininity delighted in seeing her mature bust and buttocks swivel in the tight long dress as she pressed home her mark of authority on Crawford’s flesh, the accompaniment of the cane’s sweet song,. Now not only was I dressed as a girl, but now also owned a Barbie!At the table my mom several times reminded me to keep my kneestogether... "You do not have pants Gabriel... you have a skirt!" Now I show you how you need to do when you wear a skirt Gabriel," toldmy mom."Smooth the skirt under you, and do not sit with your legs apart.Remember you are wearing a skirt and not jeans, then sit straight down ona chair, and cross your legs at the ankles or just place the legstogether with the heels. " Giggle. "Might get a little suck or two. And I may have an orgasm. But yours waits for Lita." And a decidedly hot kiss told me that the earlier darkness, the earlier introspection, was past us.More kisses. I made a move to unbutton her jeans. Giggle. "They stay on. Your hand..."I slid my hand inside, pushing under the waistband of hiphugger panties, finding her hot and moist, making me want to rip those pants off and bury my face in that happy, plump pussy. Her hand on my cheek lined my lips.