It was almost that bad when I started to rub her breasts. They were fairly large C cups, and I could feel her nipples down under all of that cloth. Th...ngs were looking up because her nipples had started to take an interest in the proceedings.Mrs. C actually started breathing hard, and it looked to me like it was time to make a bold move. I slid my hand down her side to her hip and along the outside of her thigh until I came to the hem of her skirt just above the knee. At this point, Mrs. C. I somehow knew when I'd had my orgasms that I was now different down there. But it was still a shock to pull back a pair of pussy lips to expose a clit where my manhood used to be. Thinking about cocks right now, all I could come up with is that I wanted one inside me. I tried to imagine having a cock of my own and couldn't. My mind seemed to be burying the old me. Julia came up behind me, purring into my ear, 'You were great, baby, but I still need more.' She started to reach for a nipple but. While still, he struggling with his clothes, we tumbled onto the bed. As he positioned himself on top of me, I hugged him and I rubbed my hand on his back and stared deep into his eyes. I could feel how much he wanted me.We began to kiss, gently at first, but then it became hot and passionate. We were deeply french kissing and I was rubbing my hands over his areas I had never tried or had the opportunity to touch before. I felt like I was going to explode inside! It was heavenly!He finally got. ) The top that I had on is a little, thin, hugging, cotton one, that, because I wear no bra with it, shows off my small breasts and is almost obscene the way that my nipples bulge out. That, along with the tiny little flared skirt with just a pair of panties underneath, and sandals on my feet, made up my costume. You can see why I felt a bit embarrassed at appearing amongst the largely male crowd. I was pleased when Rob said that wed drive the car rather than take a train or bus, Id be exposed.