If I had to be dressed like this at least I wanted to look aspassable as could be."No, maybe next time," she said, swatting me on the ass, "Now getgoi...ng, you've got a lot to do," dismissing me. I had gotten so excitedwith my appearance that I had forgotten that I would be dressed allafternoon and evening like this. Now I started feeling self consciousabout it again, especially about my silly looking breasts. I took onelast look in the mirror and that's when I realized that my cock cagestood out. She felt damn good in my arms, too let me tell you. She softly ran her fingers up and down my arm as she laid there. "Alex, did you mean what you said...about me being yours? I mean I know we were playing the stripper and customer thing, but did you mean what you said?" she asked."Is that what you want, Porsche?" I asked.She turned over to face me, propping herself up on one elbow. "Yes Alex, I really do. I do want to be yours. I love your father and yes I am married to him, but what you did to. I could still feel his tongue as he found every corner of my womanhood, how I would moan loudly whenever he would focus his talents on my clit. The shower in the bathroom where we would fuck endlessly, especially after a night out of me teasing him with whatever scantily clad outfit I wore. The bedroom where the smell of him was still in the air. All the orgasms that we shared, hands gripping at the sheets as we both rode out our climaxes. The last time we had sex was still fresh on my mind. I. She waited a few seconds and was still being poked, so she tried moving it again, but to no avail. Once she found out that she couldn’t move it, she decided to move. She slid back as far as she could until she was right up against me. She slid back far enough so that now my cock was resting right up against her young virgin cunt. Now, every time she moved, her young little lips would slide up and down my hard shaft. I was in heaven. I could hardly contain myself. I don’t think she knew.