John looked lovely in her blue blouse, floral design ankle lengthskirt and brown pantyhose. His female cousin Amy was especiallyglad to see John since...they were the same age. Amy hated to dressup and showed up in a blue silk blouse, jeans and white nylonanklets and removed her heels when she arrived. John?s aunts poured themselves some wine and talked about howpretty John looked and how they couldn?t have done anythingbetter with him. His grandfather; however, told his dad howdisappointed he. ”Cupping Steve's chin in her hand and forcing him to look into her eyes she continued, “Steve. Don't be ashamed. You would be surprised to know that 80, no 90 % of my clientele are men. Why should we ladies have all the fun when it comes to sexy attire? It's not a sin.”Steve was incredulous at her statement. Not only was he surrounded by the fetishistic treasure trove of the shop's wonders, but he was in the presence of a leather goddess who understood, who wouldn't pass judgement on his. She climbs my cock with kisses, her thumbs and finger tips digging into my waist as she takes the tip into her mouth. But she’s done teasing, and she only sucks on the tip for a moment before she starts rocking back and forth, taking more of me into her with every thrust. Her hair, shifts like waves in the ocean at night. I can see nothing of her It doesn’t last long. She moves back up to take half of me and continues that pace. Tip to half, tip to half, faster and harder. I moan and, once. It was into our third month of dating before she invited me up to her dorm room. It was after a movie date, and her roommate Sandy was conveniently spending the night with another friend. It all happened so easily, without any fanfare, or much nervousness on her part. The nerves were all on my part, with some amount of performance anxiety—if it went that far. On her front stoop, I leaned in for our customary goodnight kiss, but before I got to my eighty percent, she simply and calmly said, ‘Why.