I thought if I put on some silk panties maybe a guy would want to take me out for a date. I'd never even touched another guy but I'd never really had ... girl touch me either. This seemed pretty easy.So I posted some pictures of me dressed up in my sister’s bra and panties and got a bunch of hits the first night. Everyone wanted to have me over for a party. It was so cool. A nice guy was just up the street, so I put on some jeans and a t-shirt over my pretty pink bra and panties and walked over.. I had been divorced for five years, fortunately never had kids with the ex. I was indifferent and she was adamantly against it. So, the idea of Katie having a kid did not bother me. We were only dating, it's not like I was getting ready to propose.I paid the bill and I suggested a rooftop bar at a hotel that was a couple of blocks down the road. We had been drinking wine throughout dinner and she seemed to be enjoying herself. I was proven right when she quickly agreed. Walking in, we. I felt Marie placing kisses on my chest occasionally, and she brought her face up to mine “It's not that I wouldn't, its that we can’t...I don't know what else to say”“I understand, it doesn't make me happy, and I wish I could change it, but I understand” She kissed my lips “I appreciate you, and that you are so understanding”She kissed me again, this kiss was not ambitious, it was caring, it was not meant to cause excitement, it was comforting. I felt some spark inside me, something flamed by. My breasts are not large, 36B, but this device made it feel as if someone had taken the entire breast into their mouth and was suckling the entire thing, drawing not just nipple but the entire breast out away from my chest further and further. It felt very painfully erotic. Hard to describe. There was a type of pain there, but it was translating itself into pulses and throbs of need, and rushing straight to my clit and pussy. I definitely needed a lot more pussy attention than what I had just.