It took all of five seconds to find the treasures I was so desperately seeking…a pair of pink, nylon bikini panties (a pair that I knew would neithe... fit nor be my aunt’s style) and a white bra with a little pink bow on the front. By now I had a full-blown hard on, my cock knew exactly what I had in mind. Once again the curious side of me came up, looking at the tags I discovered the bra was a 34B and the panties a size five. The next thing I did was lay them out on the floor and imagined what. At first she pulled it back but I insisted and she began exploring the shape that she found.She was breathing hard by now and pulled back to say, “No, I can’t!”I was nuzzling and kissing her neck at that point and asked, “Why not? You’re old enough aren’t you?”“Yes, but I was with my boyfriend this afternoon.”I pulled back to look her straight in the eyes, “So? Did he wear you out or something?”“What I mean was, uh, we had sex.”“I figured that’s what you meant. But that was this afternoon and. " "Don't you know who I am?" I looked at her closely in the firelight. There was something distinctly familiar about her, but I couldn't place it. "No." She crossed her arms and pouted. "You don't know?" "No," I said with a shrug. "I'm you." I looked at her again. Same brown hair, if a little longer, same eyes, same... What kind of trick was this? "You look a little like me," I granted, "me when I was a little girl. But you can't be me, I was never a little girl." "Weren't you?" She smiled and. ”Ooh… that would feel good. The throb in her pussy grew stronger, her fat voyeur’s words stimulating her appetite for depravity.“Do it. Show me.”Diana stroked the dildo over her clit – shuddered – pressed it against her groove. The fat man’s gaze burned into her flesh and loving it, she flipped a leg up onto the table, exposing her swollen pussy. Juices oozed from her slit.“Filthy slut,” he muttered. “Now slide it inside.”Diana didn’t like receiving orders but, on this occasion, the fat man’s.