"Besides I know how muchyou enjoy it when I wear a full skirt and petticoats. I want you toexperience the same feelings I do! And, in your Dream, th...at was thestyle you wore? Right?" Err ... Right ... I guess." I replied softly. The waist cincher wasreally making me dizzy!I stepped into her very stiff and very full multi-layered blackhorsehair petticoat and snugged it to my cinched-in waist. It rustledin the most delightful manner! I'd always believed the sibilant rustleof a petticoat was. That guy had some stamanna let me tell you unlike his boss! I also got talking to another guy who turned out to be a fireman at the same station as the other guy,but was older & alot more cocky & full of his self.(and the other guys boss) We used to chat alot mainly dirty sex chat & one day he dared me to put my money where my mouth is so to speak i said no for a while & he kept on teasing me saying that he would love to fuck me but he knew i would chicken out,so after being wound up for some. I know that the best thing to start her up was with a glass of champagne. Normally we seldom get drunk outside our home, but this night I bought another bottle of champagne and we started to talk to people around us. After an hour she asked me if it wasn’t time for a movie?I said, OK honey, it will take us only a minute, and then I laugh. I went to the bartender and said the magical word Let me in, I'm a friend of Doug (that’s an older story and to long to tell you now, but that gives me. She had never been into women albeit sometimes the thought did cross her mind. What would it be like? "Am I bisexual?" she though briefly considering the idea. "Nope," she smiled, "I am a cock girl." She played around with the thought and Cathy came back to mind. Cathy was about the same built as her. Perhaps a bit shorter with breasts more prominent than her own 34C. She had seen Cathy a while ago in a short cocktail dress. The hem was about mid-thigh with rather athletic legs reaching down.