JutrasOne warm Friday evening in early summer, Louis sat in his father's loungechair with a curly blonde wig, purple dress and matching two inch pumps....His pink toe polish looked good through his suntan pantyhose. The tape of Cinderella he was watching was just at the part where the fairygodmother had appeared to start using her magic. Louis let out a sign andglanced out the window at the twinkling stars. "I wish I had my own fairyGodmother." Without moving a muscle, Louis closed his eyes and. It was a good thing I was wet because Im sure he would have torn me to bits. Tears were flowing from my eyes and he bent down and lapped them away like a puppy. His pace had settled and while he leisurely pumped in and out and in and out he bent down to suckle on my increasingly sensitive nipples. His fat cock kept rubbing maddeningly against my g spot and I felt the first signs of an orgasm. He felt my wet pussy gripping his cock like a vice and his speed increased. Now I was against the wall. S. Air Force officers) when we first tried it. It's a long story on how we arrived at the decision which I don't have the space here to tell. Let's just say that after long discussions about it we decided to accept an invitation to a private party 20 miles off base in the city of Ely. There were eight couples at the party which was held in a very large 3-storied house on Egremont streetthat was owned by an English couple. The eight couples were a mixture of American and British. I remember. "Have you ever had a salesman you just couldn't say no to? This was how Ifelt. I felt like I had no alternative but to touch the crystal. Inretrospect, I should have gone upstairs to pee standing one last time. Orto jack off one last time. Perhaps I should have simply asked him to comeback in a couple of weeks - after all, no real damage was being done,there were just some very confused memories of a couple of people at myschool.But Mr. Smith made such perfect sense, I felt I had no.