My body trembled with excitement as I felt his hands first caressing my bare buns, and then sliding up under my shirt to unhook my bra. Breaking the k...ss, he pulled my shirt up over my head; then paused for a moment with his hands gently massaging my shoulders as I bit my lip nervously as he contemplated the fact that he was about to remove my last piece of clothing, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment,“ he said as he hooked his thumbs in the. I heard him let out a little moan as I did this. I smiled at that knowing that I was getting him excited too. He started to move his hands lower toward the edge of my skirt and I felt myself get wetter the closer he moved. He reached the edge and worked his way up and underneath my skirt. He massaged my ass as he edged closer to my pussy lips. I moved from his neck back to his mouth as I took control of his mouth. His fingers reached my pussy and massaged my lips letting out a little moan from. I live alone in a flat in London and I go to the LondonUniversity. My parents live in Manchester, and we went our separate wayswhen I was nineteen and they came home early one evening from the socialclub, and found me all dressed up in woman's clothes including makeup, Iused to do this all the time when they were out.My father George was a stout Yorkshire man, and his wife, my mother Kathywere totally straight down the line on everything, to them everything waseither black or white, no grey. Her soul turned into a battlefield."But Mistress," she croaked, her eyes pleading. "You know I am a lesbian. I can't make love to a man?"Angique laughed, a sweet but cruel laugh."Elle est une lesbienne, Pierre. Vous écoutez? Ma petite esclave dit qu'elle est une lesbienne."They both chuckled. Angique reached out to touch Kristie's glowing cheek. Then her hand slid down. It rested on the narrow spaghetti lace that held up the flimsy dress. With a sudden flick she tore it. She pulled the silk off.