I went online and found them both a booking for a hotel not too far from the railway station, so they wouldn't have too far to go, should they need to...catch their train early tomorrow. The pub we more or less settled at was quite cosy (an old independent place, only plays music, no TVs or stuff) and one of the tables in the back was quite secluded. We chatted while getting drunk and Emily began taking the subject towards sex, previous encounters we had all experienced and shared a few laughs.I. I picked out a black bra and matching thong panty, black sheer pantyhose and a short tight black dress with sheer sleeves. I stepped into a pair of her pump heels and was thrilled they fit. Barly. As I was looking at my reflection...a boy totaly dressed in my beautiful neighbors women's clothes. I noticed a brush and some blush. Some pink lipstick and eyeliner. I must have stood in front of the full length mirror for hours masterbating. Before I knew it was getting dark and I had to go home.. Then he swapped back to No 12. Back and forth, again and again. each time an agony of frustrated passion. Eventually it was No 12 who orgasmed first, balanced precariously on top of me, only his hands on her shoulder preventing her flailing from toppling us all. Our pussies were so moist that his cock was still erect as he thrust into me, splayed on the table with both their weights pinning me down. My inevitable climax landed us in a gooey heap on the floor. At least it slaked his ardour. He. . combienil leur manquait...- Papa?- Oui mon grand!- Demain c'est mon anniversaire... tu m'as apport? quelque chose?Victor sourit ? sa femme,- Tu verras bien demain!....Ses parents avaient exauc? sa pri?re!M?me s'il ne savait pas ce qu'?tait de prier, il avait esp?r? toute lasoir?e du vendredi et la matin?e du samedi que ses parents aient pens? ?ses cadeaux...Alexandre n'avait jamais demand? quoi que ce soit ? ses parents pour sesanniversaires, pourtant ? chaque fois ils avaient sut ce.