Once inside, I was measured, and my escortsstarted to dress me. There were tiny little silk panties. I slid them upmy now smooth legs, and fitted them... over my now open crotch. Next came abra! "You may not think you need this now, honey. But in a short while,after you've filled out, you'll thank us for this. And then, once yourbun takes over, you will be HUGE up top, and need all the support youcan get! So best to get used to wearing a bra now, honey!" I was thenshown how to put the thing on-it. Like that first night for Rachel, Patricia wanted no preparation. She ripped off her school girl blouse and skirt, and immediately started removing Michael’s clothes. Their Pixie was only slightly behind, pushing Michael onto their bed so she could pull off his pants, both legs at once. Suspecting what was coming, Michael rolled so that his legs were on the bed.Good that he did, because when the object of their affection sprang free, Patricia quickly straddled him, notched that object, and sank. The music is playing loud enough to hear it, but not loud enough to keep you from talking. As you talk to this woman you start to notice that she is staring at you; looking you up and down. As she does, she starts to caress her thighs.When you notice she just smiles. You tell her she has a beautiful smile. She asks you if you have ever done this before. “Done what?” you ask. “Perfect,” she replies. She leans in and kisses you; soft and gentle. Just as you give into her kiss, she bites down hard. “I wasn’t prepared for how she looked,” I decided. “I wasn’t ready for how I felt when she hugged me.”“You had to know what she looked like!” Jill said.“Not really,” I said with a sigh. “I pretty much avoided anything that mentioned her or showed her. Liz Larimer was not the one from our high school that was supposed to get famous. I was. There was some bitterness, some jealousy.”“But no longer,” Jill said.“No,” I said. “Really, I’ve probably been over it for two or three years. It took some.