"I was nervous all day Sunday, and started trying on outfits way earlierthan I should have. Jennifer watched for a while, then just gave up."Just pick... something Camille," she said as she walked out.And choose I finally did - something different this time. It was asleeveless dress with a black trim and a black collar at the neck, andblack skirt. The body was peach and there were black hearts over thebust. It ran small and so I chose my B-cup bra forms under a peachcolored bra. The small slit in. She felt it move as it pressed against her. She murmured with pleasure “mmmmmm”. Her nipples hardened and pressed through the soft material. We kissed again and I could feel them though my white shirt. I looked down and could see them pushing through the flimsy bra and her dress.I push her gently into the tree trunk and nuzzle my face into her tits, undoing the buttons down the front of her dress with my fingers. Gina reaches down and feels my cock, its hard and rigid now. My fingers are. I finished school, and got a job in a different bank from the one where Stephanie worked, but she helped me get the job by putting in a good word for me with some of her contacts around town. I had a few girlfriends over the years, but nothing really serious, and I have to say that Stephanie’s tutoring in the arts of lovemaking had certainly helped me out a lot in that department.I was now twenty-one years old, and still living at my parents house, and Stephanie was thirty-five and still. " Just the two of you?" Yes, he needed me, John, we cried together." And slept together." Yes we shared a bed, but nothing happened to start with, I just held him while he cried, it wasn't until the second week that we, well you know." Fucked?" Yes, we fucked, but you know, I've never lied to you, you knew I'd had other lovers, I married you because I love you and I'm sure you haven't forgotten our little fantasy, you remember, the one where I go with another man, a black man." Oh yes," I said.