Amazing thats how, i went back online and bought more thing over the next few weeks. i went a bit over the top and in a month i had apart from the bra...and panties, a red bodycon dress that went half way down my thigh black heels, a blonde platinum wig, a makeup kit (with which i practised with as often as i could and got quite good with), some cheap jewellery and even got one of those breastplates (G-cup but i am quite tall so its not stupid big but still quite big). i was totally addicted to. “Don’t go, hang with us,” Michael asked. I stood there with a blank stare of my face while contemplating his ambiguous suggestion. My reply was letting my coat fall where I stood and I sauntered to the couch and sat in the midst of his friends, with the Super Bowl just beginning. It was the Seattle Seahawks against the Denver Broncos and I could care less about the game. Hot Michael has some good looking friends. It was a culturally blended crew of about six guys. A couple of his friends. .My hand was now busy trying to lift her dress up and trying to feel for her flesh.Our acting went on for another one minute and suddenly she could’nt handle it any more and kissed me squarely on my mouth.It was more like she was liberating all her stacked up energy on me.The kiss was very passionate and i soon found her tongue searching inside my mouth.She I believe was deprived of sex for so long that she was going crazy.It was like finding someone with more sex drive than I .Actually she was. I started talking about some of my fetishes (watching women masturbating, oral sex, wanting to have a 3 way, and sex in public). Cathy casually rolled her eyes, as if my fetishes were every guy’s thing (which for the most part is true). I then told her about the time I had sex with a guy. She jerked her head back, and her eyes bulged out of her head. I thought she was creped out, but Cathy started to laugh, and asked me if I liked sucking cock. I made it clear it was an experience I had no.