Leslie was indeed a beautiful girl. She was petite, only about 5 ft tall, probably only weighed about 100 lbs, but she was all woman. Jerry told me he...would have her wear something sexy on the course so we would enjoy ourselves. He was the perfect person to choose her wardrobe since he wanted to show her off so badly.Leslie was wearing short shorts and a thin tank top with spaghetti straps. And the most important item was what she did not wear, which was a bra. Her amazing tits were on display. I'll run you home in my car and you can put your bikein the back." At this point Stan explained that they had already swappedcycles for the week so that their transport was more consistent withtheir new image. "Brilliant idea," said Mrs Sanders, "so Stan if youwill just load Bobbie's pink bicycle into the back of my car, we willset off." Stan huffed and puffed a bit as "he" struggled to lift thebicycle into the back of his mother's 4x4. Eventually, however, hesucceeded. "I didn't realise you. When he had finally worked up to his full length and girth he let loose of my tits and grabbed my hips instead. Like a mad man he started fucking me so hard and deep. I started screaming in pain and pleasure. I know I was cursing like a sailor as he drove his hard dick into me like a giant black piston. As I hit my first orgasm I stiffened up, Jack started to slow down."Don't, fuck, fuck me, harder," I screamed, "fuck me harder!"I was accosting my own nipples this time, causing pain and. My right hand was free to roam, and it took liberties with her left breast before moving higher to stroke her face and hair. Her smile let me know the green light of approval was flashing brightly, and I began to unbutton her top. I recall my hand shaking a little with excitement as if it was the first top I had ever unbuttoned. My hand touched her belly a little and stroked her breast over the bra she wore. Luckily it was a bra that fastened in the middle. Did she wear it intentionally for me?.