My mom let me pick out most of the clothes I bought and they were often chosen to show off my body. By the time I was twelve, my bra size was 34-C, th... most endowed in the sixth grade, for sure.I had a closet full of very short skirts, blouses that I could wear buttoned to the height I wanted, often changing the number of buttons after I left the house. And bras, well, I had several but basically only wore them to school because I knew I would get in trouble if I didn't.Whenever I went. It was all worth it. Losing myself in her scent, kissing her whole delicious body from her forehead to her toes is heaven on earth.“Is it ok if we do this for the whole night?” she giggles. She isn’t being serious, of course, but I hold her to her words. And she loves it. She loves it so much, that it secures me another date... And a few more. SECOND HOURWe watch a late-night movie and I walk Cloe home. “Let’s cut through the park,” she suggests with a glint of mischief in her dark eyes. I can. I guess I am a closet cuckold. After a lot of coaxing, Peggy said she thought that she might be able to go through with it. She jokingly said that she could be transformed from a lady in the burbs to a barfly babe easily. Little did I know that our bedroom clubbing fantasy was going to resonate with her girl’s get-away. Prior to her cruise Peggy asked me to go with her to an upscale boutique to shop for some new clothes, sandals and accessories. She wanted this to be a cruise to remember. ’ She pushed me face down on the carpet floor. She spread my legs open wide and I felt something cold around my man pussy. Then she inserted her finger into me and rubbed the lube all over my hole. the cold sensation was odd, but I welcomed it. She took her fingers out and I felt the head of her cock against my hole. Then she said: ‘Oh, we are going to have some fun today you dirty slut.’ Without further warning, she moved her huge cock inch by inch into my man pussy. Every second of this.