The fabric between her boobs was stretched tight. Her breasts moved back and forth and up and down naturally, with each movement of her body. Her nipp...es were hard and very noticeable. The fellow standing next to me noticed me staring at the lady. “Don’t even go there, my friend.” I had been caught ogling an attractive lady. “But she has such a nice car.” I told him, trying to deflect my slight embarrassment with a little humor. He told me her name was Jeanine. She was married. Her husband of. He soon fell on the bed and embraced me. I tried to push him away at first but I could not control my urges and I was soon kissing him passionately. He told me that aunty if you needed my prick why did you have to act such a big drama. I said that how I could approach you directly and I explained him my problem and asked him if he would satisfy me. He took me in his strong arms and promised me that he would make love to me as I had never experienced earlier. I asked him whether he had had. You look hot."Yup. The hot redhead at the door was Stan. Susan was just as unrecognizable. She'd cut her long hair short and was wearing a fake goatee. Her suit was blocky enough to hide her famous curves.We walked to the party on the next block; Susan and Jen walking and talking ahead of us, as Stan and I traded notes about which was the worst: walking so far in heels, not breathing with the corset, or the cold October wind on our legs. The Russells always threw the best parties, and invited. I glanced over his shoulder and could see the tight bulge in his trousers. I leaned into his ear from behind, careful not to speak too loud in case the guy behind him could hear.“What is that? In your lap, young man?”He looked at me aghast at what I had just said.“N…N…Nothing, miss,” he blurted out.“You’ve got some explaining to do. You’ve earned detention for thirty minutes after this class, so stay where you are,” I whispered.The fifteen minutes dragged. I could see parents turn up at the.