. his eyes widen as he doesnt feel any knickers.... He moved his hand round further until he reached my shaven pussy that feels a little wet! "happy n...ow?" I ask "Very" he replies. "Good, well now it's my turn!" I moved the stool closer and put my hand on his leg, moving it up to where his cock is, its hard by now due to the pussy playing. I rub it.... "poor thing needs to get some air!" I grab his hand and we exit the bar, both horny and knowing what is about the happen in the hotel tonight!. I had never really used anything on my ass before, but now I needed somewhere to use this now found toy. I knew my ass was sensitive, and that playing with my little brown hole had always turned me on. Now the image of me taking this monster up my ass was filling my imagination. I pulled a pair of stockings and a garter belt out of her drawer and immediately put them on. I went for the closet, and found a heavier denim dress that I kinda liked. It fit her loose and me just a bit tight, but it. “That’s wonderful,” I trilled and hugged her, feeling her freeze in my embrace. “See you Saturday at twelve then, Collette!” I heard her mumble when I raced back to our house, the time it took her to close her front door a clear sign of success. “Just you wait till Saturday, little red riding hood!” I chuckled wolfishly. * Collette hadn’t lost her bashfulness when she showed up on our doorstep right on time the following Saturday, a nicely wrapped bottle of Shiraz and a wonderful flower. I needed cash. My parents were paying tuition, but I had to cover my nut on books and expenses. I had saved some money, but needed to top it off. I figured I'd cut lawns in our middle-class neighborhood. I'd be outside, get a tan, get into some kind of shape, and make decent cash. It was a plan. Best-laid plans, however. Being the future entrepreneur I was, I started at the biggest swankiest house in the neighborhood. Big yard, Volvo in the driveway. I didn't know who owned the house, but.