She smiled and nodded her head yes, the first time she said I had done everything right. I looked in the mirror again for one last check while Betty l...cked up. The green dress was a sleeveless sheath with a square cut neckline, two straps holding the dress up in front. My breastforms, now attached to my chest with glue looked like my own, swelled up, showing a modest cleavage. The hemline was at mid thigh, my legs long and trim, held tightly in the grasp of the pantyhose. My hair was pulled. She headed for the shower. After a few seconds she got in the stall, leaving the door open so I could see how she washed her hair. Her arms up, pulling her tits up and making them stand out even more. After a while she started to soap her her tits. Washing them and then slowly moving her hands down between her legs.Was she playing with herself again? No, she was just washing herself.The moment she spread her legs some more to be able to clean herself better was the moment I stepped into the. Then I removed my shirt and sando. She kissed my chest and my nipples we hugged each other. I opened the button of her jeans and bent down.I started rubbing her pussy over panty.. she was holding my hairs and rubbing.(tell u frankly we are not used to oral sex so we both prefer good and romantic sex) I removed my pant and also underwear. She was rubbing my penis in her hand I was doing lips kiss. Her touch on penis making me crazy. I removed her panty and start rubbing over pussy. She said in. " Look, I DON'T want to talk about Candy! There are some things that are better left forgotten, dark chapters of my history I would rather be left on the cutting room floor of memory instead of endlessly dredged up and played back like some kind of corpse trial of my mistakes and failures of judgment! Can we please just move on? Okay, Thank you. As I was saying, I've been without anyone to have sex with for months. Everyone I know are either drunks, former drunks, in a relationship already,.