Yeah, I said. She told me she'd always wanted to go to a gay club and would I go with her. Sure I would. We went to a local gay club, Pauline chatted ...to a few ladies, we danced a bit and drank a bit too.About 2am, Pauline said she was ready to go, which suited me, we left and got a night bus (we lived in roughly the same area). On the bus journey, Pauline told me I could go to her house for a drink and to phone a taxi home. I thought she meant exactly that and really just wanted to get home and. “Yea, we had already decided to do that, we wanted a little time for some girl talk. But to be honest, neither of us expected you two to keep skating! We thought you would just leave the rink and take a break. But that was actually a good way, it looked like two dudes skating, two straight dudes.”“Well, that is what it was!” I said, then told her it was Jack’s idea. But it was also commonly done like that in western dancing.When I said his name I heard a soft sigh, and looked into her face. Her. Ohhh I can barely bring myself to utter the words. No sheer stockings, no delicate tiny triangles of lacey fabric pretending to be lingerie, no belt masquerading as a skirt, no semi-sheer top that barely covers my stiff, expectant nipples, no tassels for me to flick across his face, no stripper heels, no clinging latex, no hobble skirt to restrict my movement, no corset to shrink my waist and crush my ribcage, and not even a princess tiara. No, the only thing in the package was an outfit that. After a few failed attempts to take it all."Enough . Stand move around to the front of the car and put your hands on the bonnet"Watching her eagerly move around to the front of the car her shapely ass framed by the black garter belt , stockings , and her red G-string, a wry smile appears on my face.Her hips wiggle as I stand behind her . My hard cock between her legs rubbing against her wet pussy lips. Her hand reaching between takes my shaft in hand . I spank her bottom firmly. Pull her.