I had a lot to think about. My head was so cloudy that volition was impossible that night. I just did whatever he suggested.The second day went by qui...ckly. That night we slept naked in each other's arms again. In just one more day his aunt would arrive and he'd show off his lovely new wife. I planned to wear a silky tee with cap sleeves and a brown broomstick skirt with my brown tights. I wanted to look sweet and feminine. I already knew how hard it would be to end our masquerade. "Honey, make. One final time he said, “Tell me.”I looked him in the eyes, my expression reflecting each thrust of his hips into me, as I quietly said, “I want you to fuck my ass.”No sooner did the last word leave my mouth, he started a steady thrust, still holding my hands up high, making me gasp and taking my breath away with every penetration. I was feeling the eroticism and intensity of the situation myself now as I was pressed against the wall letting him take me this way.I finally caught enough air and. It was one she had worn the previous year when she had been a bridesmaid. The dress was candy pink with frothy lace round the sweetheart neckline, the hem and the cuffs of the long sleeves. The sleeves were puffed out prettily at the shoulder and literally dozens of soft floatypetticoats were built into the full circle skirt of the dress.Emma unzipped the back of the dress, arranged the skirt and held it out for Alan to step into. "Quick, into your disguise, before the policewoman comes in and. “Just so you know, I’ve never done this before,” came the requisite promise, tempered with nervous giggles. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to be gentle with you,” I said, as I shut the door behind us. My office was cramped with stacked cases of liquor, a modest desk and swivel chair and filing cabinets lining the walls. I turned a small lamp on, just enough to illuminate the outline of those fantastic curves. I dropped my fedora on the desk and sat down, sighing out loud as I surveyed my pretty.