Already I was starting toresemble a schoolgirl more than anything else; all I needed were whiteknee socks. The skirt was somewhat looser than the ...encil skirts the hostesseswore. I pulled it up and reached underneath to pull down the tails ofthe blouse, then began to finish buttoning myself in.I struggled with the collar button; Lisa reached up and helped me."Hold still, sweetie" she said, managing to close the collar tightlyaround my neck. It reminded me of how it felt to wear a men's. She would definitely be my type if it wasn’t for her personality. It’s hard to fall for someone who insults you every second even if it’s in a playful manner. “It’s not for someone in particular, I just wanted to see if I could make it,” I lied. “Oh yeah sure, what’s her name?” Vic wasn’t convinced. The truth was I had no idea what I would do with it if it worked. There was a specific woman who inspired me to make it but that’s it. She was just an inspiration, not a target... right? I had no. She proceeded to use my fingers to feed herself her sweet juices.I was ready to explode. The taste of my cum still fresh in mouth and the sight of her savoring her own cum was such a turn on.Then she said she wanted a favor from me. I was willing to try anything. She reached into her purse and pulled out a nice sized, flesh colored dildo. We'd experimented with butt plugs and even a small strap on, but nothing of this size before. I told her my ass isn't ready for that. She said, " No, baby. I. ” “Come in and let me find it for you, its probably in Shelly’s room,” she said. I followed her in and watched her almost bare ass wiggle as she walked toward Shelly’s room. My cock was rising in my jeans and I was starting to perspire watching those gorgeous orbs in front of me. Somehow I knew she was aware of the affect she was having on me. Call it instinct, I don’t know how. I just knew she knew. Thoughts were racing through my mind, bringing back visions of my fantasies. I did not how but.