Ms. Miller was still staring at my cock as I inched closer to her. Her hands were still poised in the air where she had been sniffing one and holding ...her panties in the other. “Look what you’ve done to me, Ms. Miller” I said. Taking her hand in mine, I guided it toward my dick and she grasped it firmly. Slowly she ran her hand along the length of my manhood and I groaned in delight. I put my hands on her shoulders and moved closer so we were just inches apart. Looking her in the eye, even. Then as I walk, or sometimes "strut", the warm tingly feelings from my youthful D-cup breasts jiggling and bouncing free, hard yearning nipples rubbing against smooth silk, feels both so naughty and sooo sexy.Every time my whole young "innocent" body is well-scrubbed and refreshed, and still totally naked, I love gazing at it in the full- ength mirror in my pink ruffly bedroom. I deeply inhale, slowly twist from side to side, watching my chest-balloons with their perfectly-centered dark areola. He never looked like aguy in drag. He's a natural. A natural woman!" Hmmp!" Craig muttered. Plainly he didn't believe me. A guy is a guyand a girl is a girl and you can always tell which is which."Of course he lacked finesse. Even now, now and then he'll mix andmismatch clothing. Plaids on prints! Taffeta on wool! Can youimagine? And he still wears purple lipstick even though purple hasn'tbeen fashionable for years! But he's learned so much! YES, do thatagain."Craig had begun. Debbie was about 5' 6" tall with curly dark blonde hair, mid 30s, thin body with ~36C cups tits and a hairy pussy. The day I met her I had actually gone into to enjoy some company with stripper Honey Moons, a mega busty blonde who I'd seen in the pages of SCORE and BUSTY BEAUTIES. Honey however wasn't so sweet and after a few minutes of pathetic grinding on me, she left with my $20.00 and I was left unsatisfied to say the least. Debbie had tried to lure me with her mature feminine ways when I.
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