You've never considered blondes to be your type, but something about her straight yellow hair, falling just past her shoulder, held a perfect hint of ...nnocence to go with her far more dangerous figure, 5'9" and slim save a couple of eye-catching curves. Fortunately, when her cool blue eyes met yours, you got a sugar-sweet smile rather than an eye roll.Fate is a funny thing, as not only did she notice the key chain hanging out of your pocket, sporting the logo of your favorite gaming franchise,. Womenexpressed themselves through their clothing, men weren't supposed toexpress themselves at all.All through my teenaged years my crossdressing experimentation continuedand expanded but was limited to what of my mother's clothing I couldactually fit into. I had to be careful to fold and place the clothingback exactly as I found it but I took the risk of being found out for Ihad to satisfy what was to become a lifelong crossdressing compulsion.At one point my mother figured it out and. Smith being bent over, at their mercy. Mr. Smith touched Mrs. Smith’s back and ran his hand down to her ass. He lightly touched her pussy, feeling that she was completely wet. He had never felt her being this wet before, it was almost like a pulsating heat coming from Mrs. Smith’s pussy. Mrs. smith moaned loudly when Mr. Smith touched her, she could not hold it in any more. - OOOHH, AHHH, Please let me cum, Please let me cum, I will do anything!!!!, moaned Mrs. Smith. I will be a good girl, I. "She kissed my lips again."I love that fantasy," I said, "can I be your girlfriend?" Oh, Chrissie, yes," she said.I opened the front of her blouse wide, exposing her small, beautifully shaped tits.I stroked her naked little breasts lightly with my fingertips, hardly touching her. She gave a soft little moan. Her pretty, dark pink nipples were sticking out, erect and hard. I caressed them lightly. They felt so beautiful."Fuck, my nipples feel so sensitive," she said, "your hands feel lovely..
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