She has brushed her hair and put on a denim shirt that is unbuttoned enough for me to see a little cleavage. her shirt is tucked into some beige chino... her feet bare and out of her well worn deck shoes. She pads over and slowly leans across my body, reaching for her wine. We sit in silence for a moment and then we start to giggle. "you are taller than you look in your pictures" she says with a grin. We slowly begin to relax as we start to enjoy each others company, relieved that our online. I then started bobbing my head taking the cock in and out. It was so hard and swollen and kept going deeper into my mouth.Lucky there was a wall between us so I could dictate the depth but as it hit the back of my throat I started to gag.This made a whole lot of saliva which made the cock more slippery and I restrained from taking it that deep again so I could continue.Head bobbing on this shaft I cupped the balls and caressed underneath themHe was starting to thrust harder and faster now and I. " What else can you do? You're already wearing panties, we might as well share other clothes and save money."Diane gradually talked me into the skirt. Over the next couple of months, she gradually talked me into her old blouses, tights, her flat shoes for round the house and her ribbons to tie back my growing hair which we could not afford to get cut and did not dare attempt ourselves.Several times I found myself horribly embarrassed by having to answer the front door dressed in skirts and. When I saw his clothes hamper, my dick sprang to full erection. I opened the hamper, and started looking for his underwear. I found several pairs of briefs and a jockstrap. They were all stained in the crotch and kind of stretched out where he had put his big cock and balls. I brought them up to my face and sniffed. A tangy combination of sweat, piss and what may have been a little bit of cum filled my nostrils. This is what his crotch must smell like, I thought. I took another deep sniff.