He was 50 and I was 17. I had often slept with older men, but he seemed very loyal to his wife. When I was deciding what to wear to sleep in, I still ...rabbed a tiny little nightie that was nearly completely transparent and barely covered my ass. I packed some equally sexy clothes to change into in the morning. Arriving at her house, I rang the doorbell and was so excited when her dad answered. I watched him looking me up and down. I wasn't wearing a bra under my nightie, and he could probably. .."Tim nodded silently, sniffling back the tears."Oh you poor thing, you need a hug", she said. "Come here Lucy, it'll beOK, I promise."Tim gasped - Mrs McArdle had called him Lucy, the name that his parentswould have given him if he'd been born a girl. How did she remember thatconversation? He had idly mentioned it during an English class last yearsometime, and he honestly didn't expect her to remember. He broke downand cried, hugging the taller lady and sobbing loud feminine tears intoher. One by one I sucked them.Then I lift her went to her bedroom, threw her on the bed and went out and closed all doors(also the main door). Came back and Shruti was still giggling I watched her for 5 seconds then jumped at her and started kissing her again. I then made me nude and removed her petticoat. And with a black panty she was looking too bold and was inviting me. She pulled me closer and said, ‘it’s big.’That was all. I started my foreplay. Licked her thighs and removed her panty. Oh. The more clothing she wore, the more intensely aroused she became. Too much clothing and the arousal overwhelmed her ability to think. It was simple math. She had to be practically naked to keep her wits about her. And it wasn’t just her body. Apparently the hypnotic programming left her thoughts untouched, but it had shaped her behaviors and body language. Michelle had always been a flirt, but now she positively radiated heat. Every move she made seemed to serve the purpose of showing off her.