She never seemed to notice that I was staring. A few times I was tempted to reach over and feel them, but always seemed to find a reason not to. And t...hen, on that fateful wednesday, it happened. The day had been slow. It was cold, so nobody was wearing a low cut shirt. But I know Blessing would. THe. Thereis always something sensuous about the gentle pressure that tights andundergarments make on the body, quite separate from the almost electricfeel of nylon rubbing on nylon: almost like being subtly reshaped in asmaller feminine body. I spent a while just getting my eyes right,carefully outlining my brows, three shades of shadow, long lashes andliner with some gentle smudging. Lips took a while to get the idealcupid's bow shape which I then topped up with red gloss followed by cheekblush. He’s making love to her, and he’s doing it with every ounce of himself as if it might make a difference somehow. “Please” She cries beneath him. She wants to be ravished, she wants to feel sore tomorrow but even now, even when she pleads with him, he can’t be all that she wants. He can only be himself and right now, he’s a man in love, a desperate man trying to inject her with all that he feels. “I want to marry you!” he’d said the night before and it had been that one statement that would. I’ll stay here until you come back and her father won’t be home for another hour at least.” She paused and said, “I think her pussy is sore though. She soaked in the tub for an hour. She might like having her pussy licked by a nice caring young man.”My mother said, “I always like that too.”As I was on my way out I heard Wendy’s mother say, “How about you and I go upstairs and lick each other?”I just walked into Wendy’s house and up to her room. I tapped on her door, waited for her to say come.