” No. I had a fuck-buddy that frequently drained my dick. It was just surprise.She knelt in front of me, her clothes gone by now and unzipped my sla...cks. As Willy popped out she captured it with the “Mmmmm” of a full mouth. I stared at the top of her short red hair as her head bobbed. Her breasts jutted out with prominent nipples, much as I had visualized through her clothes.With Willy at full staff, she pushed me on the bed and mounted. My hands went to those lovely mammaries as she rode me. Fishing became a favorite of Alyssa's; I still laugh when I think of her first attempts to cast a baited line with her fishing pole. The picture of her with the line wrapped around her like a shawl was priceless. I didn't let her see me laugh but it was the funniest and cutest thing I'd ever seen.I took her with me one weekend when I rode my dirt bike in an Enduro race. She fell in love with dirt bikes and learned to share my love of the sport. I bought her three different bikes as her skills. The only restriction that we placed on each other was that neither of us would use our own apartments for the accommodation of our sexual frenzies with others. I had the back room at my store, and we both had the facilites of the third person to rest our horny bones. And we each took full advantage of the liberties allowed by the other.I lay there enjoying the servicing from my lover when all of a sudden Peter The Great announced that he was satisfied by blasting my accumulated cum into Linda's. "She nodded to her assistant who then handed me the next garment."This is a skirt!" I said alarmed.Suddenly, a wave of weakness washed over me and I felt my knees buckling.The strange, and humiliating dressing up Julie had me go through a week agohadn't been just a game, after all. Still, even if it would not be the firsttime I wore a skirt, I simply couldn't admit that in front of the two women."Indeed," Mrs. Ashton said, "well spotted, sir. Now please put it on." I'm not putting on a skirt,".