When they got to Santa Monica she took the offramp for Highway 1, the Pacific Coast Highway, or PCH, as it was known. She headed north on the winding,... twisting coastal road, the sparkling blue Pacific to their left, a series of hills and cliffs with million dollar mansions poised upon them on their right.They drove for miles, passing out of the densely populated area and into the more undeveloped section of seacoast (as far as such a thing was possible in southern California anyway). Less than. It did make my nylons feel much sexier and myslightly puffy "man breasts" looked so much better in a bra, I wasamazed at the difference in the mirror.A week before my birthday Mary asked me if there was anything special Iwanted. I answered no, I had what I needed. She then surprised me againby asking, "Is there anything feminine that you need that you have beentoo embarrassed to get on your own?"Blushing, I swallowed and stammered that I had always wondered what acorselet would be like.She. Rose: phone pe tho bahut kuch kahe rahete ab bus ithna he kiya tumne.Uske aisa kahenepe mere andar aur josh jaag gaya tab.Mai: tumne he wo makan ke andar aanese maana kiyana idhar mai kaise karo.Fir wosne han andar chalte hai kaha aur mai makan ke andar chala gaya aur pahele udhar idhar dekha koi hai kya fir nahi tha tho maine wose firse kiss karne laga aur uska salwar khol diya aur fir uska top upar karke uske bobs aur chut ko dekha chut ek dum tight aur clean shave thi. Muje uska figure. “ Fill er up” I climbed onto the bed going in between her opened gates that lead to her vessel of divine satisfaction. It had the aroma that was sweet, inviting and I began to feel like it was somehow sucking me in. I grew hungry and thirsty, it was strange but I didn't care. I shoved my tongue right into her juices and began to make my way up to her clitoris. I could feel her shiver and vibrate as I slid my tongue around her inner walls. And once the tip of my tongue met the tip of her clit, I.