She seemed surprised but agreed. All week I wondered what to wear. By Friday I settled on a skin tight white dress with matching high-heel shoes. I sp...ent the previous evening waxing and plunking my eye brows. I wanted to be as feminine as possible. Friday evening i began to get ready. I put on sexy white panties and a white bra. I concealed small fake boobs into the bra and adjusted their position. I slipped on my chosen dress. I applied my makeup and put on my short black wig. I was ready to. James walked up to me and hugged me, kissing me on the lips. “I watched you two through the window. I don’t get it, what’s the attraction?” he asked. “I don’t know honey, maybe it’s just a habit, like my smoking.” I told him, as I smiled and kissed him again, letting him slide his tongue between my lips. My pussy was still wet and now it was getting wetter as Jame’s cock pressed against my stomach through his jeans. “We’ve all got bad habits.” he said as he slid my dress off my shoulders,. She didn’t want to break the kiss. Passion and convention warred within her. She was breathing heavily, enjoying the feeling and the thrill. ‘Um-umm!’ she protested weakly, as though to a child snitching a lollipop. He ignored her and continued advancing. Finally, she pulled away from him, grasping his hand to stop his advance. ‘Brad!’ she scolded more strongly. ‘I thought that we agreed that you would stop trying to do that.’ ‘Becky, I can’t help it. I want you,’ he pleaded. ‘You do this. How would you describe it?” Amy remembered. “Oh yeah. Writing lesson. Well, now that Ithink about it, his tongue is a little bumpy, too. It was almost likea kitty licking me. And the way he worked his way up my legs soslowly, that was just heavenly.” “Hmm,” Celeste said, scribbling on Amy’s manuscript. “Kitty…heavenly… OK. We’re getting at some stronger descriptive terms here,aren’t we?” Amy nodded. “Now can we.