The crutch was hard and stained with the goo from their sex. “Put them on.” She told me. “Then, I was wearing the matching bra and suspender be...t.” Fiona began to dress me, the bra, thong, suspenders and stockings she had been wearing; then found a skirt and a blouse. I felt so sexy, then as she put a dab of the scent Dad had bought her behind my ears and on my wrists. In a moment she had made me Fiona. She led me back to the bedroom; pushing me against the bed she knelt before me. “Fiona. She stopped at my boxers and all I could do is watch in horror she gave me a smile and licked her lips then grabbed my cock through my boxers and began groping me. So how big are you? I gave it one more attempt to reason with her I said please don’t do this I promise no one will ever know just please don’t do this. Continuing to fondle me through my boxers she said sorry but you have no say in this but you being so vulnerable is doing something to me honestly its like foreplay. She pulled down. If you’re the nice guy I think you are, then yes, it could turn into something sexual, if you want that.” “Well, we just met, and we don’t really know each other.” “Do you want to wait, and decide whether to do it on another day?” “No,” I said. The last thing I wanted to do was put the kibosh on this whole thing. After all, in our very short time together, I really liked her. “Okay, how about this," said Jen. "Winner calls the shots. Winner decides if we go forward. If you win, you decide what. “Ditto!” she smiled. We stopped kissing for a while and held each other, smiling into each other’s eyes and scanning each other’s bodies. She was glowing and I told her so. John’s stiff cock agreed as he happily watched our little exchange. “We’ve been hoping you would come and see us,” I told her.“Oh, that was always going to happen!” she said. “I thought about it yesterday but… I dunno… didn’t want to encroach or something. The night before was just so beautiful. I went home feeling like a.