My best disguise is pantyhose and heels, a skirt with ruffles and those tight, tight boy shorts to keep me compressed and even a pair of safety pantie...s underneath. I have my cutlets on under a full coverage bra and then two layers of cami on top. Mom does my makeup extra slutty and I totally look seventeen! Skinny seventeen!She drops me off and gives me the number for a bar nearby where she says she’ll be ready at a moment’s notice. I give her a long kiss which would look weird I bet but nobody. Her small breasts didn’t need a brassiere. Her breathing deepened and her kissing got more intense so I took her hand and moved it down to my swelling. At first she pulled it back but I insisted and she began exploring the shape that she found.She was breathing hard by now and pulled back to say, “No, I can’t!”I was nuzzling and kissing her neck at that point and asked, “Why not? You’re old enough aren’t you?”“Yes, but I was with my boyfriend this afternoon.”I pulled back to look her straight. Oh shit, I must be such a slut to be enjoying this, nut there was nothing I could do and I was silently willing him to go down on me again.I was laying on my back and his hand soon worked down to mu pussy stroking gently and, slut that I am, I opened my legs, allowing him full access. Then he slid closer and I could feel his cock against my side as his finger worked inside my. He leaned over my and whispered “hold my cock Emma, stroke it like you did before” and then he began kissing me. This. She was far from uncomfortable, though. She tried to raise her body from the bed to get more of his finger inside. Soon she felt a second finger join in.With two fingers pumping inside her she began to moan in earnest, ready to beg for his cock to be inside her. Then she felt his thumb begin to massage her clit in concert with his other fingers, and she felt a strong buildup inside her. Too soon his fingers withdrew, and she moaned in frustration. She looked down and saw him pulling a knife.