She starts to sit on my hips, pulling the hem of her dress up as she does. She leans in and we kiss me the way lovers do. Breaking the kiss she steals... my sunglasses and puts them on. Now I can’t see the glint in her eyes as she decides what she wants.“Mrs B is watching from her bedroom.” “Oh OK. We’re not doing anything. Are we?” I ask. She broadens her smile. “Unbutton my dress,” I’m instructed. One, two, three, four buttons opened. Her perfect 36 D’s remain well behaved. The sexy valley. I walked over to her, pulled her beautiful shoulder length hair which brought her face up, she looked at me & it was easy to tell she needed some good aftercare. I let her down, put her in my lap, gave her a drink of water, she fell asleep for 10 minutes or so. Then she woke & wanted to go into the bathroom to check her butt out in the mirror (she loves doing that, it is a big turn on for her to see the marks from our play).From there I placed the toys & her clothing back into my toy bag, again. They took a seat in the theater in front of the empty stage.The doctor knew it would take Jonas some time to get ready."Are you sure this is what you want? We could have used the shy girlpersona or the cheerleader or maybe the underage vixen."The doctor smiled at the thought of the boy he just saw, studding aroundin skin-tight capri faux leather leggings and a top made of stretchymaterial tied into a severe knot at the upper torso exposing his navel ashe gyrated on six inch stilettos."No, this. A few of my friends were older so I could always borrow dirty magazines off them and I for some reason loved pantyhose .I stole a pair of my mom’s knee highs and wore them under my socks , they felt great and I felt a mixture of sexual but also of shame . As curious boys will do we began to find ourselves in some sticky situations. I remember a friend of mine who I stayed over at his place a lot one night pressed against me as we lay on our sides and started to dry hump me from behind, we took.