That was it! I was thinking and feeling exactly like a girl! I was really becoming a girl! It knew the female hormones were making me extremely sensit...ve about exposing my breasts. I was very aware of being topless and it felt so sexy, yet so dangerous and scary. I loved wearing sexy clothes and then the feeling of taking them off. And I knew that I could not stop at just being topless. I knew I wanted my panties to be seen too. More than that, I had an overwhelming urge to be caught taking. We'd only just begun seeing one another again and having her in my arms was stirring up old passions.Pulling back slightly, I looking into her big eyes and kissed her like we'd never stopped going out. Her tongue wiggled side to side in that familiar way and the scent of her hair was all around me.We both realized what was happening at about the same time, and separated-- forcing ourselves to respect her wedding vows. Turning away, we quickly started talking about something else to distract. I could see myself putting on the costume and checking myself out in the mirror. “Oh yeah,” I murmured, “skin without obscenity, a perfect outfit which screamed, ‘Let’s Party!’”I communicated with our friend through email, and soon got one with the description of the house where the party was being held, along with pictures. The outside of it had the right amount of spooky lights, along with cobwebs and tombstones. The letter went on to say that the doorbell would chime with a creepy Halloween. Lauren held his cock in position as he bucked his hips forward, impaling her with it as he pushed her against the wall.“Oh, God, Peter, fuck me, fuck me!” she begged as he rammed into her. It was a very noisy screw. Peter was grunting and groaning loudly. His balls were swinging wildly against her. Their bellies were slapping against each other, and Lauren’s ass was bouncing off the wall. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she cried repeatedly. Her hands were on his ass, pulling him against her, his.