I saw only her back as she opened the curtains and looked out the windowfor a minute. Finally, she turned and looked back at me and I ducked myhead."...lease, please just let me out...I'll go away. I'll go away and neverbother you again. I promise!" I said quietly, my shame complete.She replied "Those aren't my shoes..."She walked over and squatted down to examine the shoes - black patentstrappy sandals with a 4-inch heel, and the little frilly socks, alsomine."Those are cute," she remarked. .I thought why not as my cock was hard again and his looked like it was swelling up too.....I stripped off not feeling embarrassed and picked a pair of lilac knickers and a white suspender belt .....my hands were trembling and I had trouble with the suspender fastening around my waist so the old man came to the rescue and helped me on with a pair of spunk stained tan stockings which were also laddered and looked well used but hell they felt really great on my legs as he adjusted the suspender. Yeah, a definite improvement, one I sure could live with.Maybe the feeling was mutual. Max probably reckoned that Kara and Tara were better roomies than I was. Marsha had claimed that I snored, wriggled and talked in my sleep occasionally; Max had never complained. Nor had Mel. Yet.I dozed off, still smiling at the look of horror on the boyfriend’s face when his girlfriend suggested another session; Mel’s editing had captured it beautifully, and frozen it as the credits started rolling over it.. I moved closer, dipping my tongue into his ear. His reaction was instantaneous; he grabbed me and pulled me over him. His lips found mine and he kissed me fiercely. My lips parted and our tongues dueled, we both wanted more. Already our breathing was labored and our bodies on fire. I reached down and could feel how hard he was getting. My fingers wrapped around his thick 8 inch cock, he was so big and thicker than any guy I knew. He moaned into my mouth as I stroked his cock. I moved off him to.