She was in her slip and did not wear a bra since she did not have very big boobs. She was shy and reluctant the moment I removed her t-shirt.So in ord...er to make her feel comfortable, I switched off the lights and removed my shirt and shorts. The dim light from the windows was more than enough to see her eyes anxiously expecting what was going to happen. I slowly removed her slip and made her lie on her back.I placed my entire chest on her stomach region and my lips between her boobs and gave a. Her clear blue eyes followed a single flake on its random journey towards the ground. She felt like that snow flake. Her whole life had been at the mercy of life’s random winds. She knew that she was totally pathetic. It had been almost three years since her husband Peter was killed by a road side bomb near Baghdad. But here she was at her former in-laws for the holidays…again. The sad truth was that she had no where else to go. Christmas with them was as close to family as she had ever known.. It is still a long flight. Should I take you to the bedroom or suck you where you are?”His eyes widened, “You are a bold wench, aren’t you?”“Only to provide you pleasure, Sir.”He stood up, stepped between Anthony and me and pulled me up. No going in stages to stop the machine and slide it out of me. When he pulled me up, the stroking dildo literally suctioned out of me leaving a fine string of my juices temporarily attached to the dildo and my cunt lips. He walked me straight to the back of the. I had always wondered what it would be like to have breasts or a pussy, to be able to wear dresses and high heels, but that where it stopped. Just curiosity.Lets take a step back. My name is John Doe. I am 21, in college as a senior .I am a bit overweight, with a recent wardrobe upgrade and a newly acquired interest in how I looked. I've been told I'm not bad looking, but I have yet to have any proof of that. I'm a little bit of a nerd. I'm into computers, movies, and cars, which probably.