John's instinct took over. "Please, Anna, come sit by me, and I can helpyou, as you just helped me"Anna saw the sense of this, and with out even aski...g unzipped her skirt.The skirt fell soundlessly to the floor revealing Anna was wearing arather sexy style of sheer nude pantyhose, over her white nylon high cutpanties. Her erection was starting to peep over the delicate lace edgingof her panties, and past the top of her panty hose.Now John was not gay, nor had he ever felt even a bit. (We were alone in the store.) She was standing there in a training bra and regular-sized panties (Victoria's Secret panties, but ones that would cause panty lines.) I mentioned that she wouldn't be able to wear a bra with the dress (she didn't need one yet anyway) and that she would need to wear thong panties.Without even blushing, she calmly removed her bra and handed it to me. Then she put one hand on my arm to steady herself, and with other hand pushed down her panties, let them drop on. Then once it abates, you open your eyes and lean down and kiss me, you rest yourself on top of me, my arms around your body, enjoying the feeling of you on top of me, the warmth of your body.You relax only for a minute or two, then you sit up and smile at me and ask, "What about you?" and you start to work you hips again. I smile and say, "What about me?" You say, "I want to make you cum again." So I say, "Just keep riding me and I will come." So you ride me, and I fuck you. You re-position. She stood before him in a lacy white bra and a barely-there thong with her arms crossed in an attempt to cover her breasts. "Now come closer. Let me look at you." She stumbled forward, standing between his spread thighs. He pulled her arms away from her chest, running his fingers over the curves of her breasts and down her flat stomach before turning her around, grabbing a handful of her pert ass and squeezing until she yelped. Letting go she relaxed only to let out a small cry as his hand.