It's a much more positive method of ensuring that agarment will fit well; and a lot better than relying on a stock model."She had a straightforward wa... of speaking; and her suggestion did notseem to be the least bit unusual. In fact, upon reflection, it was avery good idea! I had already spent a great deal of time worrying abouthow to achieve a good fit; especially around the waist. My Great Aunt'scorset had been the nearest thing to perfection; but it still did notreduce my waist as much as I. " She hissed at me, and I gulped. I wasn't sure what she meant, but it scared me. She brought my fingers that were just in my pussy into her mouth. She began to suck on them looking me in the eyes. It made me wetter than I was before. She then slipped one of her fingers into my cunt and started to finger me. It made me hotter than ever. Then she slipped my shirt off (she was already naked). Then she began to kiss down my neck and ocassionally biting my neck. It made me really wet. Then she. Wasting little time I stepped from the house then, my boots crunching softly in the newly fallen snow, a carpet of white decorating the world abound. Spinning round in a gay circle, my senses leapt with joy at the change. The world had it’s own sounds now, new voices carrying on every intimate breeze. The fragile creak of ice, covering branches here and there, played their own melody, adding to that of a warm stream’s trickle, running undaunted beneath that coffin shell of ice. A simplicity of. “Oh, just to be fair,” you whispered, pulling your t-shirt up over your head. I couldn’t help but take in your body. Your shoulders and arms are so lean and toned, while your chest and stomach are so wonderfully kissable. Then that enticing swimmers-v, guided my gaze to the bulge in your pants. You kissed me again, licking my lips teasingly while trying to unclasp my bra. You laughed while you struggled, your breath warming my neck. Once I was free of my bra you leaned back, enjoying my 38B’s..