He took me out to dinner that evening and I wore a short and very sheer black figure hugging dress, with of course no underwear. I wanted to drive him...wild and as no one knew me it didn't matter what they thought. All that mattered was that he desired me and I planned that as the evening progressed his desire would grow and grow. He couldn't take his eyes off me all through dinner and kept telling me how beautiful I looked, he told me that he had noticed the waiter thought so too and that. I got hold of her arm and lifted her to her feet. She was only about 5 feet tall, and as I said previously not very heavy. I think what she was trying to tell me that she was grateful for killing the three men.I thought we had better high tail out of here before any more of them decided to attack us. Not that I cared, if the only weapons they had were flint tipped spears. I could kill them before they could get well into throwing distance, but I didn't want to just blindly go around killing. Many timesthat was all I did, got dressed and then sat and read or listened tomusic. If my parents were away then I would spend the whole day crossdressed and would venture out into the garden and adored the feel of thecool air on my stocking clad legs.Although often I just luxuriated in the way I was dressed there wereother times where my dressing was linked to sexual desire and on thoseoccasions my masturbation was nearly always associated to dreams ofbeing dressed up in my sexy outfit with. Her breasts danced deliciously to the pace of her thrusts. He reached for them, unable to help himself. She leant forward, giving him permission, her tongue flicking in his ear. ‘Remember this?’ she softly asked, her sparkling green eyes alive with desire. ‘Remember how I used to fuck you?’ He made no attempt to answer, but the way his body jerked at each touch of her licking tongue gave them both the answer. She had slowed her pace and moaned with satisfaction as he let out a soft sigh. ‘Good.