He politely asked if I was comfortable and I felt his warm hand on the back of my thigh. He ran his fingers over the sheet up over my tightened ass ch...ek and up my back. He then placed some warm oil on my back and stood at the very top of the table. Through my little face hole I could just make out the jean shorts he had changed into, and especially noticed the hefty bulge in his pants. Just I was straining to make out the line his cock made in his shorts, he lifted my head and placed a towel. The he lifted my hips up and spitted the lubricant into my asshole and ensured that the maximum lubricant goes to the asshole only. He again wanted me in doggy style and he came behind and he put his hug dick touching my asshole. His dick was also fully covered by my saliva. Then he slowly he started entering his dick into my asshole holding my waist tight. It was paining. “Bhaiyyaaa dukhta he”. But he didn’t mind and ignoring my moans and entered his full dick into my asshole very slowly so. "I wore this to the prom," she stated proudly. Frankly, I was a little disappointed in the outfit. True, it was feminine, but not overly so. It had long sleeves and was made out of polyester, not the silky material I had hoped for. Compared to some of the other dresses in her mother's closet, it was very drab. "It looks fine," I lied nervously. I didn't want to raise any suspicions by suggesting I try on something more girlish. "Good," she smiled, while laying the dress down in a nearby chair.. I sat down, and placed the purse on my lap. I still felt a little strangefrom that shock - not woozy, exactly, but a sort of tingling still filledmy body. As the minutes went by, the tingling seemed to build, ratherthan diminish. Partly out of boredom, partly to get my mind off of thetingling, I did the unforgivable - I opened Julie's purse and began torummage through it.I know, I know, a woman's purse is sacrosanct - her own personal, privatespace from which all men are excluded. But I.