Faith had flown to the city where she was meeting Tim, wearing a nice pair of pants and a dressy blouse that were both comfortable for the airplane ri...de. Faith knew that since she was still nursing her new baby and would be for several months yet, her breasts were larger and nicer looking in and out of her clothes than when she wasn't pregnant or lactating. She'd even shared with one of the magazines that had interviewed her that she liked the nice cleavage that being pregnant gave her.Faith. . Next was putting on my sweat pants. It wasn't as embarrassing,but I still habitually had my boxer shorts on, which would look weird tothe rest of the panty wearing girls. Well, some did have those "short-short" boxers, but those didn't seem right for me to wear personally....Why the heck am I thinking about all this? Who cares about any of thisstuff? Just wear what I want to wear. I don't need to compare what theywear to my tastes. Maybe my mind is changing more into a girl's....I.... I need. I’ve never had an orgasm like that, you were great, Tommy. I’ve never had an orgasm before because of someone else. It’s unbelievable I liked it, I say I want to do that some more. You liked it she says I loved it. You can do that twenty times a day, every day, for the rest of my life. She kisses me again. I get a little to the side to take my weight off her and she leans a little to me. We’re still sort of on one another but our weight is resting on the ground. She gets her one arm around me. When I got to the party I was surprised to see how small there place was. A single floor house with only two bedrooms, the only door led right into their living room. It had a small kitchen and even smaller bathroom, so even though there were only ten people at the party, it seemed very crowded. I introduced myself to the party goers whom I didn’t know, all the while looking for Miranda. “Wait, did you say you’re name was Mike?” One girl asked as I had just finished introducing myself. “Mike,.