But the clothes she left forme didn't look right at first, but I remembered she had worn everything infront of me. I put on the padded long line bra, ...then the padded girdle,and finally the pantyhose. I went and took to putting on the mask of Patsface, then applied makeup being careful to blend the edges of the mask.The blouse seemed a little bit tight and the Minnie skirt really showedoff our legs with the dark pantyhose and black shoes. She left a pursethere for me, I checked and it had her. . oh, I love you. I love you so much ... "I was able to push myself up to my feet, carrying her along with me and hurried towards the bedroom. I gently lowered her on the bed, holding her legs wide apart and continued hammering her. She cried out with delight each time I drove myself with force into her in; loving the sight of watching her creamy pussy juice loiter on my dick each time it came in and out of her.I then stopped and allowed her turn herself over, resting on her knees and elbows. I couldn't think of anything else. I stroked myself to my first phallic orgasm and I was addicted. I haven't stopped since. They tied me up for a while because I was making too much of a mess. Even without my hands, I rubbed myself against my bed until I came again and again.”Han sat in astonishment, listening to her tale. As she spoke, his gaze followed her hand, gliding up and down her phlegm and cum drenched pole. He realized with sudden clarity that she wasn't the only one who was. . . . It was terribly strange and confusing.And then at times I would hear again her words: ?I'm... odd.? What hadshe meant by that? And what was happening to me?And yet, the next time I would see her, all would be carefree andnatural, and I would slip immediately back under the spell of her easycamaraderie. Nothing seemed to have changed between us. However, I beganto find myself more and more comfortable in my dressing, and less andless concerned about hiding it from her. It was if (though I.