And before you could say 'sexualised, cliché perpetuated by patrimonial figureheads for their own perverted gratification', I'd wiggled into my charc...al, pleated, flicky, micro-mini skirt and managed to secure the white, near-sheer, tie-fronted, cropped, blouse between my perky, pokie, breasticules, and pulled the over-knee socks to midway up my thighs, and pushed my toesies into the black, patent leather, ankle-strap, shoes with their five-inch, metal, stiletto heel. Which just left twirling. She started kissing every inch of mine till she reached waist line and she pulled my night pants. I was not wearing anything under it. I was stark naked now. She was still in her bra and panty.She started kissing me, she started from my feet, than to my legs, she beautifully caressed my legs; she started pouring kisses on my thighs and kissed my torso, in doing so my hard cock was touched by her cheek, one after another. She looked at me, I reciprocated her smile, I pulled her towards me, and. She had been dreaming, but her pussy was wet and her hand was pressed down on it. Startled, she removed her hand quickly – masturbating was not her style. She sighed – another weird dream where a faceless dominating man was punishing her, while she grew hot and horny! She never really finished those dreams and wished she could go back to dreamland to see where exactly it was going. But she had to get ready to go the charity fashion show this evening, though she really did not want to. She had. I don't want to remember that! I got drunk and stoned, and the football players decided to have a guy party. Big hairy linemen fucking me, me fucking pre-freshmen who were visiting the college, even the boys in the debate team that were visiting and fucking each other. Nope, not wanting to relive this.Then it was the next door, and my mom is forcing her best friend to go down on her because she caught her fucking the handyman. That is hot, because it went on for years. When my mom was 18, then.