But what pushed me further into becoming Vanessa was when we broke up. She left all of the toys and some of her lingerie at my house, so now they were... mine. It was a new level, owning my own lingerie, being able to dress up in my room whenever I wanted to, and being able to fuck myself with a big dildo. Eventually, I began buying things for myself. I found that I really enjoyed the feeling of a medium sized buttplug. My choice of lingerie was always garters, thongs, silk stockings, and a bra.. Then it all came together for her and she embraced her husband and looked up into his eyes. “What a good boy you are, baby. You remembered your daddy doesn’t take sloppy seconds. He will be so proud of you,” she smirked, “when I tell him all about it.” She felt his cock twitch against her tummy and expel some pre-cum. “He must be on his way, huh?” She felt her pulse racing in anticipation and her vaginal walls starting to lubricate in preparation. Steven was looking away from his wife’s. I felt completely blind considering it had taken this long to see it. Free of the confines of our friendship we began walking together, hand in hand, as we joked and talked with complete inhibition. I lost track of where we were going and before we knew it we were in front of her house, walking up the steps. I didn't want this to end just yet but there was just so much to take in. Giving her one last peck on the cheek I turned to leave as she pushed open the door. Before I even took a step she. Celia's ownwarmth, her wetness. Stephan opened his arms and shelay on him, her wetness between them. "That was youmeant, wasn't it?" she asked him. "Yes, oh yes, just the way I dreamt it should be. Itwas the sweetest thing," he murmured into her hair.She was wonderful, it had been perfect. His need forher then was a desperate, grinding thing inside him.His cock an aching rigidity trapped in the briefs shehad soaked. Celia went very still and he looked up at her. Hecould see her own hunger in.