His hand was tight against her left breast, squeezing gently at first, then slowly getting harder. His right hand travelled to her arse, keeping the s...me pace. His body rubbed against hers over and over again. His kisses moved down her neck and she adjusted herself to release her breasts from their silk prison. He turned his attention to her nipple, sucking and biting it. All the while his grip on her bum increased. Stacy wanted him out of his shirt, out of his jeans and inside her. She. Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? It all started in the summer of ’93: I was my sister Sarah’s personal dress up doll. She was 9 years older than me, so that pretty much made me her toy to dress and play with. Well, one afternoon, she was having me change into a peach summer dress while she was getting ready to put my long blond hair into two pony tails…As I pulled my head through the dress, I noticed she was looking at some magazine.“What are you looking at Sarah?” I asked. “Oh just. .."He put's his finger to her lips and shushs her as he smile's real big."Trust me on this baby girl, now go hop in the truck".Sadi keeps glancing over at Garet who is resting his hand on her thigh as they make the 45 minute drive to St. Charles. She was extremely nervous about going to a restauraunt and eating a meal while dressed as a girl. Fuck...she was nervous just being in his truck and on the highway. There was more bugging her too...she had a big question that she needed to ask Garet. I grabbed two beers out of the fridge and opened one for her. She asked for the restroom and I showed her the way. After she closed the door, I opened my beer and f***ed the whole thing down my throat. I never drank a beer that fast before))) At this point my cock was getting soft and my nervousness started to go away. I heard her washing her hands, and I decided to walk in. I went behind her and wrapped my hands around her body. I was acting on what felt good without the care of the outcome..