He handed me the deep red bra, matching the colour of my panties. "Take them off baby."My top was up and over my head in seconds, I was beginning to ...et nervous, but you just said it was alright, we were alone. Unfastened, my bra fell from my shoulders, and my full breasts were there, on show, in a parking lot. You leaned over and kissed them, gently sucking them and touching them with your warm hands."Mmmmmm, you are so fucking sexy, I love you so much" you whispered. I put the red bra on,. I hoped that soon, even before we married, that she would join me in my house where we could start our life together.But first, Aurora had to return to Chicago to tidy up the odds and ends of her PhD. She also needed to talk to her parents about finally planning her wedding; but not with the man who had been her affianced only a few short months before.She expected her parents to be somewhat skeptical towards me — the interloper — to say the least. I offered to come back with her to see her. But we dreamed of love, too: romantic evenings with powerful but gentle men... exotic travels as fiercely independent women... a remote ranch with taciturn cowboys and prize stallions. You know, complete fantasies.I dated some that freshman year, learning more about guys and their urges, feeling the power my body gave me over them, and feeling too, but not revealing, their power over me. I touched my first clothed cock that year, and its feel, the denim-muted ridges and insistent throbbing,. I was somewhat surprised by her selection of a long cover-up over her swim suit that I actually thought flattered her looks and figure. It made her look normal at least, not like a little slut on the prowl for a swinging cock that she had been showing me.After we ate and cleaned up the kitchen, I told her that I would meet her out by the pool and we would hang out the rest of the morning and maybe go to a movie in the evening. I left to go change and when I got out to the pool area, she was.