"Her eyes turned hopeful, and he kissed her gently on her lips. "So let's just takes things slowly," he said, and he gave her another kiss. "And remem...ber, lovemaking is about giving yourself to someone, flaws and all. I never expected you to be perfect, but I still want you."Sarah cocked her head and sighed, and pulled her arm tighter around her breasts, protecting them. He could feel her mind fighting again. "Maybe we should..." she started, but stopped as she glanced at his chest. She stared. .. please explain what I just saw to me, John" Becca demanded."I'm not gay, he forced me to do it." He forced you to put on my clothes and suck him off while fucking yourself into oblivion with a dildo? How'd he do that, John?"I opened my mouth to speak, and I realized my explanation wasn't going to be any better than the way it looked. I hung my head in defeat and shame."Fucking unbelievable! Ya know... you two are perfect for each other. Maybe you assholes should get married, because I'm. The pant-legs are waytoo long and extend well past my diminutive feet. Somewhere along theline my belly burst the button and my zipper slid down. Now, as I standI try not to trip over my own pants, and tug the zipper up so that theydon't fall right off of me.I try to run to the bathroom but what results is a comedic half waddlehalf stumble with my hand on my arched back and the other held out to myside for balance. My shirt is ludicrously too small, barely eclipsing myout-turned navel. My small. We undress, and I peel off my dress to reveal my little black lace/blue trim negligee, which he seemed to appreciate although oddly enough after a few minutes of kissing I had been manhandled out of it, and in the ensuing passion that followed ended up spending the remainder of our session wearing just one stocking which had rolled down to my foot…which made me look somewhat ravaged (…. Jolly good). He was, as always, a passionate attentive lover, making sure every inch of me was kissed,.