.and I loved it.The next morning he woke up to see me sucking his cock, then we69'd again. I put my dress on ( thats all I had worn to the party)and w... went up stairs, His mom made us breakfast. she made a commentabout how "cute" I looked in tights. I blushed and thanked her. thenhe got dressed and we went back to my house to "watch a movie"He has agreed to dress up for me next time,And be my groupie. Butthats another story....It happened 4 years ago but I still rememberit like it was. Usne ghar dikhaya and she was like so kaisa laga.Me- ghar ko chodho aap baut hot lag rhi ho.Jyoti- bas hot he kuch aur ni.Main pass gaya and we smooch.Kafi lamba smooch gaya hmara.We keep on kisses and hugssssss.Ohh harry your vibes make me hornyMe- muaahhh jyoti bas ab to bilkul ni rha ja rhaHmne kapde utare and when she open her bra omg 36b boobs calling me. Maine pakde aur bhukhe sher ki trah khai ja rha tha.Jyoti- aaahhhh!! Aaaaaahhh! Aram se kai jana hai kya?Me- bas aisa he smjoJyoti- sale. "You got a whole bunch of trouble coming down on you. What in the hell were you thinking about?"The man gave Bill a strange look and turned to Ada. "Who is this idiot?" He is a barbarian. I have no control of him." Hey! I asked you a question. You don't want to be rude to a barbarian. I don't know all the rules here, but where I come from... Well, let's just say that this lady has called me a barbarian for a good reason. Have you ever been in so much pain that you begged someone to kill. We sat down in the warm late evening twilight, and Mom began to speak.‘Don’t beat down on yourself, honey. It’s the FMD.’I looked in puzzlement again at those three letters, and Mom said that what she was about to tell me should never be repeated to anyone; not even Dad. I agreed, and she continued.‘FMD stands for Fuck Me Dress. I’ve worn it three times already and on each occasion, I got, well, you can guess. There’s just something about this dress that drives the male of the species wild..