“That was a bit much” she says as she pulls the fabric of her dress away from her chest“No bra of mine can hide my nipples in that cool blast”...She whispers, as she looks over her right shoulder and puts the car in reverse.I look and see her dress opening up and, yes I agree, to myself that her exposed nipple is hard.The drive to the other mall which was just down the highway 15 minutes was OK in the conversation aspect. We talked that Amy had gone away to her Dad’s for the week, and that Lori. I also bought some pink nail polish.This is one of the repressions during my hetero relationship, she would never allow me to do anything that was considered “girly” and always told me to “man up” that’s why the abundance of pink, I went all out. Just looking back now that was a pretty toxic relationship.I was pretty happy with my new clothes, I have a very slim body and lack significant facial and body hair, I always hated that about me, but now I feel thankful for it.Next thing on my list was. To have total strangers touch me while being blindfolded. Having them push their fingers into my wet pussy or my little star. To be brought to orgasm over and over and be used by any passerby. I... I... I don't think," Doris offered before fading off. Her eyes closed as her arm was working furiously. Heather pointed quietly to Doris' lap. We all realized that Doris had worked herself into a frenzy. She was fingering herself wildly and started to moan softly. It was like she left us and was in. I wanted to just rest my face on it and fall asleep. Before I could fully pull myself back up I saw her finger move down&hellip,. down… and point to her crotch. I looked back up at her, and she just stared at me, daring, begging, commanding, all at once. I moved further down on the bed and leaned in toward her lap. I was a nervous wreck. the tip of my nose accidentally brushed up against her, and I could tell the effect it had on her was powerful because both hands grabbed her sheets squeezing.