"What did you say about not really understanding a person until you walked in their shoes?" * * * * * I found the clothes limited my mobility ...a great deal. The shoes were definitely not made for walking long distances, and the tightness of the corset made it difficult to bend down. I also had to get used to my new breasts which seemed to get in the way, and the long nails which made a simple task, like picking some small item up from a work surface, quite a skill. From that afternoon. “Uh-uh-uh,” Damien shook his head and wagged his finger. “Take off your thong, sweetheart." “Dammit.” I hung my head in false shame, then perked back up. “I’ll do it on one condition.” “What’s that, Moriah?” “You have to let me see that huge cock of yours again.” I purred, crawling on all fours up to him until our lips touched and he was under me. He slid his hand into my thong strap and snapped in on my skin, sending tingling feelings all down my spine, then proceeded to work the thong off. Howard reached down and gave both her upthrust breasts a rough squeeze. He rolled them around across her chest, mauling and massaging them with his coarse hands.Howard leaned forward, letting his hard cock fall between Sharon's 36C boobs. He squeezed the substantial orbs together around his cock, rubbing them back and forth along his cock. "This feels great," he breathed, "I can't believe I haven'tdone this to you before Cunt."Sharon let out a quiet gasp as Howard began to hump with his cock,. I continued to drive along the highway, occasionally glancing over at her, trying to get a good look at her. She mentioned that it was hot in the car, and asked that I turn on the fresh cold air, from the outside. I did as she asked, even though I did not feel too hot in the car. Of course, I was all hot and bothered on the inside. I was alone in my car, with this gorgeous looking, middle aged woman sitting beside me. I was also quite excited by her being there, because, I am a Vaginalist. I.