"I see we have a whole new wardrobe and some new friends," she chucklednodding at a couple of passing teenagers who were looking at me andgiggling.I b...ushed knowing exactly what they were saying. However much to my shameI was now happy to be in my new pink outfit, I loved the swish of theskirt against my bare legs. I tried to pass it off as the drug but it wasstarting to be a feeling I loved....the touch of feminine clothing."Well now you have some everyday wear I have seen something I need you. He groans and blows almost immediately. I want both boys and my lady to watch me blow,“I am watching. Do it for me baby, do it now, right now while the boys watch,” Sarah smiles as I edge my erection with my fingertips. Three people are watching as I stroke with a clenched hand.One, two, three, four strokes.“So good, so fucking good,” I groan as have a tremendous release.“Awesome, just awesome,” the boys smile.“Can you get it up again for the boys?,” Sarah asks me as four of us wind down. Janie was in her mid thirties and was a lustful old man’s dream. He frequently found himself enjoying the view whenever she washed her car in a bikini. Janie stood 5'6" and weighed 120 to 140 pounds. He was lousy at guessing weight. She had a set of breasts that made Henry’s mouth water. Over the past couple of years, Janie had put on about twenty or thirty pounds. Much of it seemed to have gone to her boobs making them even larger. They were at least Ds and possibly DD, and she didn’t mind. It hurt much more than she had imagined it would. How could anyone find that erotic she asked herself? Time stood still and she wasn’t expecting the second stroke. Her cry was even louder and all she could do was force herself to cling on to the desk. She was now ready for the third stroke and when it landed whilst she cried out she supposed it didn’t actually hurt as much as the second stroke. Was it because she was used to the pain or was it relief that the caning was over she wondered? Lucy.