"Damn babe, that's hot! Hold still for a second and let me take an upskirt shot."My whole body was on fire and I hadn't even really started flashing. ...We were so close to the main road and here I was, posing on the stairs, my back arched, ass sticking out, my skirt barely covering my thong and ass and all in front of the cars driving past. I continued slowly walking up the stairs making sure James had a nice view of my ass swaying. Part of me screamed to run to the top and not prolong this. " Bob replied."Oh no, you're not going to chicken out on me now." Casey grabbed his arm and pulled him through the curtain, then into a small cubicle. "You said you wanted to do it and I think it's a turn-on. Anyway, you'll never know if you like it until you actually try it. And what better time than Halloween?"The 'it' in question was something that had haunted Bob since he was a teenager, maybe even before that. The 'it' was his fascination with women's clothing - no, not a fascination, a. She remembered with some degree of shame her pitiful whimpers of emotion-laden bliss each time he clove unto her with masculine certainty forcing her to part the depths of her femininity like the powerless waves of the Red Sea spread open by the word of God. She took little comfort in the fact that she was still a technical virgin because of the many sinful thoughts and close encounters of the physical kind that she had endured for several years. The fact that she was a willing accomplice in. I looked dreamily down at her a few times, but mostly gasped and shuddered. "Oh mom that feels so good," I whispered. "I love it when you eat meee..." I pictured a younger version of her eagerly devouring the vagina of a young friend at a sleepover or a party, the fantasy enhancing the erotic rush. The orgasm came upon me like a gust of wind rushing up my body from her mouth. My moans of ecstasy filled the room as the explosion rocked me. She was so amazing at it.She gently massaged me with her.