The musky aroma of pre-cum teased her nostrils, mixing with the tang of sweat and zest of the cinnamon spice candles flickering on the nightstand. A p...tent brew. Shuddering, she inhaled deeply: held it, savoured it.She exhaled through plump puckered lips. Then, shaking out her hair, she watched him watching her. His gaze followed every movement and his eyes, dark as the night, pleaded for more. His hips writhed slowly, rhythmically, the nylon pantyhose flexing like a second skin. He mouthed. I really needed to talk to someone about what was happening and decidedto confide in my life-long friend Sally who lived a few streets away.Her reaction after she stopped laughing was, "Queenie," ha ha! "It'sunbelievable, June, Queen Phillip, or should I say Queen Philippa. Ijust can't imagine it, and you say right now he's in the kitchen makingyou dinner wearing a dress." I know, what do I do?" Oh shit, just enjoy it, I wish Mick came home wearing knickers and thatresulted in me sitting on my. The girl looked terrified, I thought quickly, “My Fiancee, she has to disguise herself to get in,” I lied.“Then out with you!” the nurse ordered, and as the girl bolted from the room the nurse continued “She’s not your fiancee, she’s a common whore, but it does explain the incident with the Pyjamas.”“Don’t tell matron please!” I begged.“No, perhaps not,” she agreed, “But you must save your energy, not waste it on pointless emissions.”“If you say so,” I agreed.A month passed, I was allowed out. She was letting out soft little moans with every touch. I could feel her nipples getting hard, and oops, they may have slipped out of that top a couple time. Damn! She kissed me a few more times and then whispered “You wanna show me your room again?”Well you don’t have to ask me twice. We got out of the pool, toweled off quickly, then ran in the house and up to my room. I closed the door behind us and she jumped right on me, kissing and touching me all over. I moved us over to the bed, but.