“Have you ever been curious?”“Everyone is curious,” she said. “I’ve fantasized a few times. I’ve watched some videos. The idea is exc...ting sometimes, but I don’t think I could go through with it.”“I want you to go through with it,” I told her. “With me. Tonight.”She started to protest, but I cut her off.“You said you wanted to do something special. You said anything I wanted. I’ve made my choice. Do you want to let me down?”She shook her head. “How will we even find someone by. She had me so horny I couldn't think of anyhting but her warm, curvy body, and the feel of her nylon slips. I got out of bed, listening for any activity in the house, but it was quiet, so I slowly walked down the hall to Margaret's bedroom. The heat was opressive, but her room smelled of her perfume. I walked over to her dresser, and slowly pulled a drawer open. This was her bra drawer, and there must have been two dozen bras - white, black, beige, pink, and red - all neatly folded. The drawer. ‘You are my Adonis, Sire – my passion, my desire’ Then I felt her touch make me grow. ‘You are beautiful, a treasure to behold’ Marguerite continued stroking me with her hands outstretched, waiting in anticipation for her passion to grow with me, seeing her head go down now as I run my fingers through her hair. She loves to tantalise and tease, I know that by now, she holds me in body and mind as she so slowly and gently enjoys me orally creating a vibrating shimmer in my spine. She sucks me. ‘Why Mr. Anderson!’-for such was the name that I had given her which you may be sure was a ready and fictitious one — ‘I am surprised indeed at your actions, that you, a gentleman as you are, would so treat a young lady when she visits you for the first time! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?’ And struggling to her feet amidst gales of laughter from both of us, she made as if to leave the room, only to be caught tightly in my arms and subjected to a new torrent of the kisses, embraces, and.