The dress fit me perfectly,and of course the shoes and everything else did too, which not only madeeverything more comfortable, it gave me the look of...a well dressed younglady. But, I did what she told me, standing in front of the mirror longenough to drink in the image of the girl I knew I should have been. Icould do what she wanted, or, if I refused, most likely become a recluse,dressing only when it was very safe, and probably never very well. Icould actually feel my stout manly pride. After we. Finished we decided to take a shower. When we got out I told her I had a surprise for her. She immediately got excited. I had picked out a special outfit for Tonights. I got out the outfit from my bag and told her to put it on. It was a. Black bustier with chain trim along the top of the breast cups and going down the sides with garter straps. She put on black seemed stockings with it and attached the garter straps. The panties were sheer black thongs which made her shaved pussy easy. "I adore your womanly figure and could eat you up." I confessed."Then why don't you eat me John? I would love that. It's been so many years since I felt a tongue in my old pussy." She was pleading with me. She went to the bathroom and wiped my cum from her cunt with my flannel and cleaned her fat pussy lips and her bottom.She was brazen now, desperate to get my tongue into and around her most sensitive areas. She came to where I was laying on the carpet, stood over me and lowered herself over. Margo was pleased with the result and moved on to the second part of it, had his own method of seduction. Her velvety lower lip enveloped my entire crotch, Margo began to lick me there like ice cream, pausing at the top where the touch were particularly exciting. It concerned the language of the protected points, every time differently, as if looking for the ideal my passion a little bit, tormenting me unfulfilled absorbing, deeply, mastering me, going down, and I could feel her tongue plunges.