The dress was also white and very light filmy material. I held it up and saw that it wasn’t see-through but almost. I slid it over my head and let i...t fall over my body. Of course, there was no underwear laid out. The dress had spaghetti straps and deep cut showing lots of cleavage. The bodice was not fitted with support so my breasts would move inside this dress. The dress was fitted just below my breasts and then dropped loosely and ended at mid-thigh. The material was fairly smooth fitting. "So," he whispered, trying to keep his cool. "Where do you want me?"Melanie looked around. There were some chairs in the room, as well as a large, plush loveseat in the center of the room facing the TV. She motioned to it and he quickly went over and sat down. She followed him, her legs already feeling wobbly as her head spinned. She walked over in front of him, their eyes locking. She slowly knelt down in front of him, her eyes going to the obvious bulge now tenting in his pants. She giggled a. .hairs are falling down from her pussy.. she was moaning in pleasureaparna: ohh baby stick your fingers in my pussyyaparna: ohhh yesme : im moving in and outaparna: wiggle those fingersme : it smells greataparna: ohhh get closeme : i am liicking mmy fingers aparna: ohh smell my pussy doesnt it smell greatme : yes , its awesomeaparna: i am cumming cumming(she cummed all over my fingers)aparna: here lets dry off and go to the couchme : im wiping her bodyaparna: ohh get in my. He sits beside me in the bed. I know at long last this is when he will start to play with me. We had often discussed my fantasy of being played like an instrument - like an instrument unable to do anything but controlled by the touch of my player whose goal it is to bring pleasure. He starts with my breasts. Taking on in each hand and massaging them fully, each hand kneading a breast with purpose. He lightly touches my nipples with an errant finger between the kneading. Then moves to focus more.