“You try to relax and do as you are told. I will make sure that you are not hurt and will help you enjoy this.”“Come, girl,” she said out loud...and led me to the couch nearby. She made me sit on her lap and started kissing me harder on lips. Her hand was playing with my tummy. With her other hand, she unwrapped my pallu and dropped it on the floor.Slowly she moved downwards, kissing and licking my neck and down to my navel. She played with one of my breasts (breasts?) while groping my bound cock. He had written an erotic short story about the episode and had described a flowered dress that she had worn without anything under it. Between the cries of “Trick or Treat” from the front door she was persuaded to model it. It looked great. The dress buttoned down the front for easy access but came to her knees. At my suggestion she shortened it by five plus inches. Now it was a perfect ad to “ FUCK ME”. By 8:30 in the evening, we. . sexy."She then said as she had showed me her stockinged legs, it would only be neighbourly if I showed her mine! She said that when she came round for the coffee (which was a genuine request) she couldn't help but notice the bump under my trousers, where my suspender straps tugged at my stocking tops.I was very nervous; no one had ever seen me in my 'kit' before. She reassured me saying there was nothing to be frightened about as she glided over to me. I stood up as she ran her long red. His fingers found there way into me, testing, teasing. He gently rolled my clit in his finger tips, giving me immense waves of pleasure. His motions got quicker, his pace intensified, and again, he gave me a first, my first orgasm from fingers alone. I reached for him then, undoing his belt, grasping to release him, and feel him again. He fumbled to help me, pulling his slacks open, and moving his underwear down to reveal his big beautiful dick. Even though I had seen it, not even an hour.