I began fantasizing about her during my masturbation sessions as she was the only female close to me at that time. She used to call me brother. But ne...ther did she felt awkward when I started staring at her more than before.But deep inside me, she was my first love rather the first crush. To tell a bit about her, she was from a nearby village and used to come every day by bus to my house. At the time of the incident, she was newly married ie, 6 months back. Every one in my family had attended. ” The more part that I was ready to give her? “What are you afraid of, are you afraid I might slide my big hard cock into you?” There was a silence now as she did not answer. Finally she let out an audible breath. “Yes. You just made me slippery wet. God, I’m going to have to do it again when we hang up.” Her breathing was heavy and damp. I wanted to stick my tongue through the phone and French kiss her, or lick her sweet, bare pussy until she begged me to Fuck her. Absently I stroked my cock. I shook my head and smiled inside myself. At least he is lucky with this way of living.I took a shower and opened my closet. I knew no matter what this surprise was I would have to be disguised. What kinds of cloth did I have? My slave outfit. I placed it on the “maybe side”. I had tons of beige pants, short pants, Band T- shirts, Polo- shirts, some Yale clothes…to make a long story short nothing you would wear as a costume on Halloween. Except for that slave outfit… but who would expect me to. "Don had Louise join me on the bed for several provocative shots. We didn't strike any very overtly lesbian poses, but we did press our breasts together, each of us on our knees on the mattress at the time. Once, she kissed me on the lips, and I heard Don's camera clicking away, capturing the moment. Don told us to face away from the camera on the bed, side-by-side, and he took the most suggestive and erotic shot he'd taken all evening -- the two of us, on our knees, legs slightly spread, our.