I was the first who wanted him to fuck me.Holding his hardness in my hand, I lowered my ass till the tip was just pushing at the door. I looked at his...sweet face, a soft smile of care and welcome. It was so easy, with that look, just to let him enter me, I so wanted it. But he was huge, and as my opening spread and spread, my eyes began to bug out, I started to sweat. “O my, O my ...” I murmured. Simon looked concerned: “Are you OK?” I managed to croak: “I think I am entering paradise” as I. . ." What ever," I responded.If she did pay me I'd find a way to return it. The Bagwells' moneydidn't excite me as much as the offer of a decent meal.She wrote her address on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Come byat seven this evening."We loaded the bike onto their trailer; and I watched them departthinking about the evening's meal.Dressed in jeans and a blue oxford cloth shirt I parked my truck infront of the Bagwell residence. They lived in the basement apartment ofa three-family. She pulls me out of the van and pulls the stockings halfway up my thighs. I look up into her eyes and for a split second, I see a hint of compassion as looks down at me. She grabs the skirt from me and bends down. I lift my leg up as I grab her should once more and allow her to slip it on and I do the same for the for the other leg. She pulls it up to my waist and zips up the back. I’ve never felt so vulnerable. She grabs the blouse and I hold out my arm as she slips it on and then she slips it. The reflection in the mirror was so ‘Emma’; the vision so strikingly effeminate, enhanced by the luxurious lingerie. Tomorrow could not come soon enough.It was with little trepidation that he entered the store again the following day; there, this time dressed entirely in black, was the buxom matronly woman, oozing dominance. The figure sent a shiver down his spine as she sneered victoriously at the return of this feeble male; he wondered about the significance of her being dressed in black,.