I moan out as her lips incircle my nipple and she starts to gently bite at it. Her other hand slides down from my breast to settle between my legs and...she let's out a moan as she feels the wetness forming between my legs.I slide my legs further apart as she grabs the waistband of my panties and moves so she can slide them down and off me and moves back down between my legs to slide her tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top and circles around my clit.By this point I'm so hot that I moan. I was intrigued. I started going into the booths with the windows more often to watch guys jacking off. I tended to look for older men for whatever reason. I guess I just felt more secure in that. I wasn't out to be gay, I was out to watch cock. After a few weeks I finally started taking my pants off at times for others to see me in pantyhose or thigh highs. It was so hot. I could go there, I couldn't really be touched, faces were fairly hidden and it was fun. A few guys had tried to get me to. Maine bhi un ko kas kar pakda. Unhone mere hothon ka chumban liya aur maine unko pyar se halka sa dhakka diya aur boli – Sabar karo dear. Darwaja khula hai.Wo bole – To kya hua? Ab tum meri patni ho main darwaja khula rakh kar bhi tum se pyar kar sakta hun.Maine jawab diya – Haan! main tumhari patni hun, par ye mat bhulo ki main is ghar ki bahu hun. meri maryada mujhe nibhani hai.Wo – Mujhe tumhare muh se ye sun kar aascharya ho raha hai. Tum pahle wali Julee nahi ho. Tum badal gayi ho par. Daddy ducked or it would have hit himright in the face. He didn't seem to mind."Perfectly natural," he repeated.Then Daddy gave me my nightshirt. It was white, cotton and boyish.Early 20th-Century boyish. But boyish.He pulled down the covers of the perfectly made bed and said, "Hop in,Honey. You've had a long, hard day and you need your sleep. I'll wakeyou at seven for breakfast, then church."Church?I got in bed, feeling very loved and cared for. And VERY sexuallyaroused by the big lump I saw.