I parted & looked at her close “how are u my sexy doll?” she kept her head on my shoulder said “missed you very badly. No one can understand me ...etter than you”. I said, “in what sense??”. She said “emotionally & physically both”. “tu bilkul change nai hua, kitni gf thhi waha??” I said “none”. She looked at me surprisingly “hmmm. Fir to special treat banti hai”. I hugged her & started undressing her fancy blouse buttons from behind. Removed the blouse, found a sexy bridal bra. I squeezed her. I didn’t think having sex below the legal age is right, yet my instincts wanted other wise. I looked at Nikkie, and said quite loudly, “Why not now?” And pushed her against the sofa. Kissing every part of her that I could, her cheek, ear, collarbone, mouth, throat, everywhere. Halfway through our Tongues dancing with each over, someone coughed, and I wonder who it was? (Sarcasm) Oh yeah, who is it always? I stood up, and fastened my belt again; Nikkie had been halfway through undoing it. I. The tension of the elastic caused the belt to ride down lower to my hips. I stepped into my shoes and looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. The heels sculpted my legs. The hose lengthened them. The garter belt framed my bush and accentuated the soft curve of my belly. I turned to examine my rear and was astonished at how pert my tush looked because of the heels and garter belt. Damn, I looked fuckable!Finally I donned the skirt which consisted of two square panels that. Longdicking me, he fucked me for a solid five minutes. Both of us were sweating and I was now arching my back to meet his thrusts. Jay had been supporting himself over top of me with both his arms. Now he lowered his chest onto mine. His warm skin rubbed my hard dick. "Getting fucked gives you a hard-on, whiteboy. Tells me just how much you like being a pussy for a real man." He thrust his cock in deeply as he said this, making me moan again. Jay's cheek was next to mine and he was whispering.