We should do that sometime. Actually, any time we can do something together its really special to me," I said."Aw, you're so sweet," replied Joan, as ...he stuffed towels into my bra.It now looked like hers now, bulging forward, although she had real breasts. I stared at her longingly, wishing that I had breasts as nice as hers. I wished I could be more like her. She was so wonderful! In fact, I wished I could actually be her. Aah, that would be so sweet! If I could only wake up, and be her. Or. ?You want to be on my lap right now, don’t you, pet??I nuzzled his shoulder and nodded.?Look at me and answer.?That was something he always wanted from me. I was being careless. His hand slid over my bare thigh and hooked under my knee, replacing my legs side by side on the bench as I met his gaze and said quietly, ?Yes, I want to sit on your lap.??For now, pull your skirt up in the back and sit your bare ass on the seat.?I did as he said, the ache in my pussy sharp and nagging. ?Sit. I took her to a stylish little cafe for dinner, where I actually foundout a bit about her. Apparently she was originally from Massachusetts.She had gotten a liberal arts degree with a strange set ofconcentrations in chemistry, astronomy, and ancient and medievalliterature, so it was a miracle we had any classes together at all.But what really got my attention was the way she slipped one of herstiletto clad feet up my pant leg and began stroking my calves. Assubtly as possible I scooted closer. I slid out of bed and walked straight into the bathroom. My nipples were like bullets from the shear excitement of the situation. But my stomach was doing somersaults. The fear of rejection was kicking in. This was what had stopped me from trying anything before. I wasn’t going to let it happen today. Time to meet my fear head on.I was so moist. I could feel my own wetness, as I made my way towards the shower. I slid in behind him, pressing my body against his. Squashing my breasts as hard as I.