She gagged and had to pulled back when she pressed my cock to the entrance of her throat. She looked up at me with a sad look in her eyes and said, �...��I'm sorry, Billy.” I gently stroked the silky auburn hair on the back of her head. “That's okay, Baby. Putting my cock all the way in and down your throat is called deep-throating. You don't have to do that if you don't want to. That's something of an advanced skill you may want to learn sometime. But you are doing great for now.” She. But it was kinda embarrassing to be stared at, and talkedabout, like that so I really just wore the blouses around our suite inthe dorm, mostly.A couple of weeks after the blouses, Matt bought me my first dress - asan early graduation present. Now, I was more into jeans, and slacks andsweaters, and more recently, blouses and I wasn't sure how I'd feelabout wearing a dress. But compared to the blouses it really wasn't allthat extreme - covered me up pretty well and came down to just below. This progressed to shoes, heels tobe exact which I started wearing along with the hose. I would prancearound the house (when no one was around of course) and marvel at howpretty my legs looked in high heels and hose. I was fascinated at whynylons and high heels were only worn by women and they wore them onlyto attract guys. Next came the dresses, which really completed myobsession (at least at a younger age). Pretty skirts, mini-dresses,flirty dresses, little black dresses, off-white girly. ., pleeeease don't stop..."Belle giggled, "OK, OK..."Slipping her fingers back to my needy, greedy pussy, she kissed me gently. "Is this OK?" She whispered in between soft, sweet kisses."Ohhhh..." I breathed, "Belle, baby, sweetie, that's, that's, ohhhh, ooooh, that's p-p-perfect..."Her touch was as soft and sweet as her kisses. The sweetness was what got me, the tenderness, and the loving softness of her touch. She claimed she hadn't done this before, but if she hadn't she was a natural. She.