As well as a couple of very dramatic Spanish-style dresses and skirts. But more often than not, I savegetting glammed-up fully "en femme" for special ...occasions:going to parties, dancing, or clubbing, and of course, forgoing out on dates.My first story, Laundromat Love, describes a brief butwonderful affair with a very special guy. By that time, Iwas a "veteran" of several relationships with men. Thisstory describes my very first.First LoveIt was New Years Eve. That year, I'd received rather a. I pressed her boobs so hard she started slapping my hand and my grip was getting tighter I was fucking her from behind and she was slapping at my hand so hard and this increased my grip on her boobs she was crying in pleasure. Then we turned in missionary position and I went deep into her she lifted her legs in the air to let me go deeper and this turned me even hornier. I increased my speed then I took her legs and brought them close and lifted her. Now her boobs were set like two cakes and I. Waiting a moment until she recognised the song, she started to dance for him, slowly at first, but with a confidence that only comes from being truly confident with the way you look. Her hands were on her hips, and she started to grind her hips round in a circle, sticking her rear out for him so he could only gasp at the way it looked when caught in profile in his headlights. Truth be told, he was a little dismayed that she hadn’t put on something a little sexier for him – she was smart,. When he oppened his eyes he was not on the ground of his appartement like he should have been but lying on a bed facing a woman moaning. He was having sex.Mary was bouncing on his dick as if she was possessd. She was beautiful, her hair was messy and her tits were so close to his head. He refused to bother about how all of this came true, sat down, grabbed her back to stop her from falling from the sudden motion he had just made and began licking and sucking on her tits. This seemed to be.