Sometimes her boobs used to strain through her kameez and they used to appear so lovely from the side. Nice round mounds heaving up and down as she br...eathed. The roundness trying to burst through the little cloth, which tried to contain it. I always wondered her size. I guessed a 30c maybe. Or maybe not! If only I could just put my hand in there and ease her discomfort and take those lovely melons out for some fresh air. I wish! I had heard she was a divorced lady. Apparently her husband had. Well any way my plan was toonly put on a skirt to prove that I had no desire to dress like a woman.After rummaging through a pile of clothes I found a skirt that I thoughtwould fit me. Kim is a very slim and beautiful woman. I knew she wasn'tmuch bigger than me so I was pretty sure her clothes would fit me. Ikicked off me shoes and took off my pants and put on her skirt. It washard to reach the zipper but I was finally able to zip the zipper up.Then the weirdest thing happened to me. I. I missed a hard hand on my ass almost as much as I missed a hard cock in my cunt.When Jeff introduced Rachel to my playroom, it opened a whole new world for them, but for me it was like I was a kid with my nose pressed up to the window of the candy store and no money in my pocket. I knew I was being stupid, but how would Rachel feel if her mother came begging to borrow her boyfriend? And even though he seemed to like me, would he really want to have sex with someone as old as me. So I distanced. I wonder if we even took them with us.I look into Sara’s eyes.“No keys here.”My little slut--used like a whore is in panic over some silly keys.“Sorry baby can’t find them.”“What we do?” Sara cries.“Knock Knock!”Sara’s eyes pop open wide.“Someone is at the door,” she whispers loudly. “Please don’t open it,” she begs.Knock Knock!“Please don’t open the door they will see me here!”“I will cover you up with the blankets so they won’t see you. Just be quiet and don’t move.”Sara hears me open the.