It was long enough to not look too slutty but still short enough to give just a slight glimpse of my ass as I bend forward. I covered my C-cup breasts...in a black lace bra. Wanna take it off? Go ahead, try it. It won't open, will it? It's because it's opened in the front. I liked adding a little kink to my wardrobe. A red satin blouse would finish off the outfit.Now, it was time for make up and jewellery. Black, smokey eyes and red lipstick should do the trick. I put on my silver necklace with. Put simply, not my idea of being female in any way. No, what I wanted was the real thing, albeit considered unrealistic or even nutty by the current social standards. I was perfectly satisfied to wait until I figured out another way to do it, and I did. This is the story of what ended up happening. Until about ten years ago I had been what most women would describe as Neanderthal: the stereotypical find-em, fuck-em and forget-em kind of guy. Not that they complained too loudly. Why should they?. After putting on lotion, she walked to the house slowly. Her father was watching, lust evident in his eyes. When she reached him, she took his face in her hands and kissed him. He protested but she didn't let go. After a moment, he stopped resisting and kissed her back. His hands gripped her hips and he lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his hips. He threw whatever was over the table to the ground and lifted her onto it. "Mmm, daddy," Emma moaned. He kissed her again, silencing her. His hands. At any moment, I could be had by Jessica, by Catherine, or by someone walking in. I tugged ever so gently on the top of her bra. Further and further down, until it got stuck and it wouldn’t go down anymore. I knew what I had to do. I know that I had to give it a stern pull to dislodge it from its trapped state. With my stomach in my throat and my hands shaking, I gave it a big tug and out popped Catherine’s titties. I ran real fast around the corner, just in case she cracked her eyes open for a.