” I laughed. He nodded. The tower behind us, adorned with the Chez Shan-Marie sign, was filled with restaurants, tea shops, a cafe, and any sort of ...table, food, and beverage combination you’d want. He pointed across the way.“For sluts, there’s very little clothes worn at a rave.” He pointed to our left. “Or if you want schoolgirls, the continuing education center can have a dress code enforced. Though that’s more of a daytime brothel.” He swung his finger all the way across the fountain, my. I filmed. We shot a lot of actionand would edit it into an amateur-looking bi-racial rompin the woods. The gals got to be pretty uninhibited andwere clearly having fun. Just what we wanted.C and her boyfriend were real curious about seeing theirusual partner copulating with another person so weworked it into a first-time swapping scenario.When the good light was gone we shut off the camera andsent the boyfriend home with a tip he hadn’t expected.He did a good job.The gals wanted more. We both know what is to happen and when I see movement beneath your nightshirt, I know it signals your state of arousal and you’re going to fuck me. I feel an excited anticipation between my legs — unlike any I’ve felt before. ‘You’re placing your hands on my shoulders — removing my night-shift. It falls to the floor behind me. I stand before you — naked and uncertainly in being a female. ‘You’re kissing the hollow — between my shoulder and neck. I feel things never felt. You fondle me — my. I have a fairly rounded bum and big boobs and used to make the most of them in the office, attracting glances from most of my males colleagues, even though I was carrying a few more lbs then maybe I should have. But I enjoyed the attention. One guy in particular used to go out of his way to flirt with me, but he was good fun and we had a laugh so it was all good. I didn’t really fancy him and one time he really tried it on at a Christmas party. It was my own fault, I was on the verge of taking.