"A men's shirt is a shirt worn by a man, sir," she said. "It'll be a men'sshirt when you put it on."Obediently, I took it and went to the changing roo...m."I don't know about this shirt," I said. "The sleeves are really narrow,aren't they? Aren't men's shirts supposed to have wider sleeves." Traditionally, men's shirts sleeves are indeed wider than ladies', toaccommodate for the extra muscle," she said, "But in your case, as you willcertainly agree, there's not much to accommodate for, is. Kimberly pushed the wheelchair again, and in about five more minutes,we got to a structure. It was so dark, I couldn't tell what it was. Shelocked the brakes on the wheelchair, and went to the structure, andslid a large door to the right, then walked in a turned on a light. Thelight was a bit dazzling at first, after the darkness, and Kimberlycame back around and wheeled me right on into the place. She paused asshe shut the door, and by then my eyes were adjusted and I could tellthat this was. Pink with puffy shoulders, ruffles at the hem, white socks and my pink heels. Mom had suggested I wear the pink party dress Aunt Pearl gave me for my birthday in August, and I jumped at the opportunity. It's too fancy to wear to school, and just fancy enough to wear to church. Maybe it's a bit "girly" for a 18 year old to wear, but that's probably one of the reasons I liked it. There was a large part of me that wasn't ready to be a woman yet, that still relished "girly" things, that still. While grabbing Ariel's supple breast with the other hand Amanda leaned in and kissed her neck gently making her way up to the ear lobe where she began to lick, nibble and suck on the ear. Ariel moans in pleasure rocks her hips slowly to match the fingering. Ariel's body still worked up with pleasure from earlier began to tremble and her thrust became powerful. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder with those fingers!" She demanded and Amanda was more then willing to accomadate. "Yes! Yes! Oh God Yes!" Ariel.