You rip off my shirt. I wrap my arms tightly around your head. My heart pounds through my chest as your hand moves to feel and grab my breasts. Your m...uth follows and you suck hard sending chills across my body. I arch back pulling away from the wall and into you. You grab my hips flip me over and press my face back into the hard wood of the door. You lift my skirt. Your hand starts at my waist and lightly follows my curves down. You spank me hard. One time. The sting is intense and fills me.. Almost unbeknown to me; she had opened the buttons of her blouse, revealing her delicious pear shaped breasts and the ample cute and very tempting cleavage. Quite naturally my hand gently lifted and stroked my cock which rapidly grew to an even bigger and harder stage standing at attention like a proud army soldier. Once fully hard and grown I took my hand away and showed her the result: my colossal 10 pounder proud cock standing up straight on its larger pedestal of balls, hard and long.. He spent hoursdesigning and helping the boy pick out what he should wear for anyoccasion. The erotic designs in soft, sensuous materials, exposing theboy's buttocks, cock or erect nipples or all three, were beautifullycrafted by his seamstresses into fabulous creations. When the boy wasdressing in his sumptuous boudoir the couturier was often there,smoothing his silk stockings, adjusting his suspenders or shimmeringunderwear (if he was wearing any), critically adjusting his creationsfor maximum. I figured oh well she'll see my boner think i'm just a horny teenager and write it off. As we walked through her narrow kitchen I had to turn for her to walk by me as she did the same, in a quick decision I thought I could sneak a little rub against her ass without much notice, nope. She could obviously feel my boner as she froze in place and asked me what was she feeling. I nervously said that I was sorry and it wouldn't happen again, which she did not seem to believe. She then told me she.