.. ME: Oh ya?? Wat u been thinkin bout?? HIM: Im seein you layin on my bed, naked, having u open ur legs wide and me going to work on that sexy pussy ...while i grab on that ass... U thrusting that sweet pussy forward...fucking my tongue, smacking that ass as u pump my face... fucking it good as i continue to taste your creamy ass pussy. U melt all over my tongue, calling my name, tellin me u need me. When u start to quiet, imma turn you over, have your ass in the fucking air exposing that good. People wrote letters to newspapers saying that would have done the same thing had they been in my shoes.’ ‘Really? Well, that explanation is good enough for me, Benni. It must have been a terrible time for you.’ ‘Don’t say that, boss. Everyone around here reckons you have no heart – you’re ruining my image of you.’ ‘Yeah, yeah Benni. This is serious stuff you know.’ ‘I know, but one can still smile and even laugh, no matter how deep the shit gets.’ ‘I guess so, but what about riding twelve. .. hah trust me everyone else here has no problem with this sort of thing, with your luck wasting time would bring someone else looking for a little bit of fun...just imagine having to do this more then once" he said laughing at the thought of having some one else join him. The idea of what "this" was made a shiver run down my spine but having to do "it" again would be far worse I assumed. As I quickly shredded my clothing making sure not to get hit again I finally got a good look at the guy. A. Now I'm ready to get dressed. I decide on the little black dress, white basque and thong, champagne lacy top stockings, and silver strappy sandals. As I fasten up the basque I watch my transformation into a sexy dressed-to-kill woman in the mirror. My cock is rock hard. I slide on the stockings and attach them to the suspenders of the basque. Then it's on with the thong, it feels good as it glides over the stockings, then nestles in the crack of my buttocks, the lacy front panel cradling my.