Over the bottom flap, I was wearing a pair of lacy tanga knickers and, covering my legs was a pair of red silk hold-up stockings with a Cuban heel and...lacy patterned top. My footwear consisted of a pair of leather boots, which came to just above my knees and sported a fairly thin 4" heel, making it difficult though not impossible for me to keep my balance and walk with a fairly feminine gait.My eyebrows had been plucked and shaped and my wife had made me up very convincingly, spending a lot of. Fiona was as good as Meg Ryan in her orgasm impression; squirming and moaning for Tony’s benefit. She even had me convinced and I knew where my fingers were. It was the ‘oh my got you aren’t wearing any knickers’ that got him convinced; thank God there wasn’t any other traffic around, we almost ended up in the ditch. After a couple of fake orgasms for Fiona I decided to up the ante. “Hey Fiona, you have had your pleasure, what about a blow job”, I acted out, moving her face over my closed. She was dripping in sweat and her own pussy juice. Mike put his arms around his teacher’s waist and picked her up enabling himself to push even further into his beautiful teacher. He could feel her muscle contractions deep within her vagina and pushed even further. He then sat down with her on top in reverse cowgirl. He nudged her so she would go up and down. Every time she came slamming down onto his cock he would meet her body with an equally powerful thrust. Mike could. She was wearing a towel but due to huge boobs anybody can want to press her boobs like a autowala honks.Its almost 10 pm and I went to my room. But my friend didn’t left the keys of the door. So I began sitting on staircase. Aunty saw me and offered her room upto my friend can come.We talked for almost 3 hours and my didn’t showed up. So she said I can sleep in her flat..I began to sleep on sofa and she went into her room… At 2 pm when I got up her door was opened and her nighty was small and I.