"Stop shaking, girl; my legs are not a twig that easily snaps once anyone heavy settles down on them." Did he say 'heavy'? I am wondering if I am that... overweight actually. I know that I am not. Duh! "Stop scolding me. You say you love me, don't you? I was just worried that....I could brush your...and land ourselves in big trouble." "I am your man; yours and yours alone. I beg you; don't look down on me like I am one of those commonplace, worthless jerks parading the streets out there." At this,. You see I was so distractedby this fear that had gripped me that I put them straight in myunderwear drawer without thinking about it.So I thought nothing further of the incident for the next few daysuntil we reached my birthday. Coincidentally it was at just this pointthat I had put my last remaining pair of boxer shorts in the laundrybasket. Actually it wasn't a coincidence. Annette meant my birthdayto be the birth of the new me but I didn't know that at the time so shehad only washed. I soon came to realize there was adampness in my crotch that made walking a very erotic experience. Okay,so the heels and the sway of the skirt helped a bit too, but none-the-less I was turning myself on. Juices, friction, maybe some hormones,and an overly sensitive virginal clit and vagina were playing havocwith me. This was nothing that I was prepared for, nor anythingremotely similar to anything I'd ever experienced before. As a guy, I'doften gotten a boner, a really stiff verging on painful. Once I started my pace to its peak, she was enjoying it and get boobs were dancing, we had our orgasms together.She licked mine so as me. It was in a mixed taste. Then I laid over her like that only and our lips were locked together for few minutes. What a feeling it was, then she rolled over me and we continued our smooch.She is as soft as a sponge, I was full of oil now, then she wants to ride over me. She came over me, started to ride over me. She was so fast, her cunt is so hot and it.