There was nothing like the trip tothe salon with Mother to cement my blossoming love of all that isfeminine. Dressing in an exquisite evening gown and...making my debut as awoman at the gala was a wondrous dream come true. I found the experienceto be luscious and dreamy, sweet and swirling like a rich decadentchocolate dessert.Miss Emily and Mother were engaged to be wed and I was to serve as mybeloved Mother's Maid of Honor. I adored Miss Emily and was ecstatic thatshe was going to become my. The big man’s hands went around her body and grabbed her roughly by her breasts. He pulled her down on top of him such that they were lying back to stomach. She could feel his thick pole pressed against her ass. She wanted that thick pole back inside her. As Ryan’s big hands caressed her tits, Charmaine reached down between her thighs, raising her ass off of him. Her small hand grabbed his fat cock and raised it up in the air. She leaned upward a bit, pressing the head of his cock against her. Not to offend, but even as beautiful as you are, looking at your naked body doesn't really do anything for me." (She realized that was no longer entirely true, but she was trying to convince herself that it was mostly true.) "But curiously, when I think about kissing you, and touching you, that sounds like ... not that bad, actually. Particularly in Alan's presence."She hastily added, "Not that I want to do that right now!" Then she continued more calmly, "Does that make any sense to you? I. Once she had him naked before his bed, she pressed her soft handsup against his bare chest, running them up towards his shoulders, herfingers lightly caressing as she did so.Her face as she her gaze travelled up from his chest to meet his eyes wasone he'd never seen before, let alone seen aimed squarely at him. Herexpression was one of worship, as though his was the appearance thatdripped divine perfection rather than hers. Despite his years-oldbarriers of self-doubt and cynicism, he felt....