When I came out, she was gone. I was completely and totally alonein the house. This was the first time that had happened while I was dressedas a girl....I walked through the house with a big smile. I stood in the middle of theliving room and threw all my clothes on the couch. I put on some music anddanced around, wearing nothing but high heels. I walked into the kitchen,put dinner in the oven and set the table. I sat at the computer and startedreading a story on Nifty. I squeezed my tits and. "Sorry miss. It's just that actually today is my birthday. Okay, and I'm 45 and have never gotten to know a pretty girl like you before. And I was hoping you would do me the honor of spending some time with me... uh... alone..." He was so nervous, his eyes would bashfully dart from my eyes to my breasts to the floor and back again in a triangular pattern."How old do you think I am?," I asked, trying not to sound like a total bitch. I had my hair in a pony tale, had some hoop earrings in, a. Shehas no tits, but her areolas are wide and puffy, and her nipples areerect. She is slender, but her abdomen is straight, without indentation,curves, or definition of any kind. Her hips are thin, and her thighs,although firm, are slim. Her back is arched considerably as shestraddles me, supporting herself upon hands that are hidden behind herwidespread thighs and my own legs. My own gigantic cock is planted wellup her tiny bottom. Her anus is snug, but I manage easily, even lyingflat on. What had he done? He'dfucked his sons girlfriend, not just once... but countless times.Worse... he'd enjoyed it so much all he could think about was doing itagain.Meanwhile in her room, Phoebe awoke groggily and gasped as hot dirtymemory returned. The dress lay discarded next to the bed and her body wassore and aching, but back to normal. Sitting up with a guilty sob sheburied her face in her hands. What had she done? It was that dress... ithad made her do those things. The thing that scared.