Bob set his coffee by the alarm clock, turning it off before it buzzed. Ma'amusa stood in silence, holding her outfits aloft. He rose to kneel before her on the bed and, wrapping a sheet around his waist to cover his nakedness, he exposed Ma'amusa to hers. She gasped and closed her eyes when strange hands, so familiar, slipped warm beneath her coat.

Her body wavered when he stopped touching her to rise higher on his knees. The sheet around his waist fell away as he plucked the hangers from her hands to lay the outfits back on the bed. She kept her hands in the air where he had left them, and her eyes shut tight, until he again touched her to gently lower her arms.

Her downy coat fell to the floor, and sexy nipples puffed, warm and soft and full. They blasted Bob with a woodsy aroma, causing him to swoon. He cupped her tiny tits, making cleavage appear by compacting them to a central spot.

He played his thumbs across her nipples as he spoke. "Did you bring a proper blouse?"

Ma'amusa's response came in squeaks and pings, her eyes remaining closed. "Uh huh. We brought one for each."

She felt his breath on her face, morning rough and scratchy, creamed with coffee and vanilla. Manly scents escaped the bedding that now lay at his ankles.

"I like the red one best," he said, speaking in measured tones. "I'm imagining the blouse you might wear with it. Will it offer peeks of your bra, should you choose to allow it?"

Ma'amusa swallowed visibly. She kept her eyes clamped shut, knowing nudity was being shared. "Um... I don't wear bras," she stammered. "You should know that by now."

"So you'll show off these cute little breasts roaming free?"

"I'll wear a chemise. They're in the dresser."

Bob kissed each nipple hard. He suckled and bit the last one, making Ma'amusa's knees quake. She shoved him away with a peep of titilation, stepping back to escape his force.

He stood on the floor before her, paperclip close, before leaving to approach the dresser. Besides holding his own clothing, it now contained woman's undergarments. He rifled through and held up a few chemises, assessing them in the dark.

He reached over the dresser to let in light by opening the drapes and shades a crack. "Well then," he said as he searched. "Let's see what we've got."

The dawn haze spilled on his brawn as he dug through the dresser drawer further. He chose a deep red chemise that sported black highlights, lacy and thought-provoking.

He turned to present his find. "I'd like to see you wearing this when we're done having fun."

Bob found his intruder with her tongue hanging out, heaving on ragged breath. Her eyes were glued to where his ass had been before he turned around.

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They were now glued to his dick. The longer he stood before her, facing her while holding the chemise, the harder she heaved and gasped. Shrouded sun, cracking fog and mist, played upon the breastbone that lay between her tits.

He watched in amazement as freckles appeared, darker than her skin, glowing and growing brighter. Her line of sight never left where his meat hung as he slipped the chemise over her head. She fell into him when he reached down to take hold of her wrists one by one, pushing her arms through the sleeveless straps. With his beefy chest pressed against her face, he reached around to pull her hair out through the neckline, laying it on her back.

Ma'amusa slouched forward from the hips, until her pubic mound met manly pride. "You need underpants," Bob said as she ground against him.

She made no noise, but her lips curled to form a snarl, demanding he stay where he stood. She held his pretty ass with one hand to keep him in his place, while using the other to work his cock and balls against her vagina.

Her eyes fluttered shut when he leaned back to better position his meat, and to admire her skill. The wetness from her pussy made many inches of his penis glisten. He tried pulling away after a minute, but she forced him to let her continue by digging her nails into his butt and more firmly gripping his meat. He obliged until the friction she created caused her to tremble ferociously.

The freckles on her chest looked like fire as orgasms roared through her body. He fought his way out of her clutches and resumed rummaging through the dresser.

"Let's see what kind of panties you've brought," he said with his back to her.

Ma'amusa gasped and rasped. "No! No no. You can't."

He paused to turn and stare, noticing her having trouble with focusing her eyes. "What do you mean, I can't?"

"You... you can't put panties on me. I'll just soak right through them." She heaved and gulped and shuddered. "I'll soak right through my skirt!"

His eyebrows shot up at the revelation. Looking down, he noticed his cock was sopped, dripping with her juice. If not for her holding her crotch with both hands, she'd be making a puddle on the floor with her ejaculate.

Bob glanced at his alarm clock. It told him there was time to pleasure this interloper further, but to satisfy his desire, he wanted Ma'amusa for hours. There was no way he would give her a quickie unless she gave him the opportunity to split her in two with his rod.

He headed towards the bathroom. "I'll get you a washcloth," he said.

Upon returning with one dampened on an edge, Bob found Ma'amusa digging in her purse. He squelched the urge to flee as primal instinct told him to fear a weapon.

She produced a day-liner instead. "I'll need this," she said.

Her face softened into the young woman she was, impish and impulsive. She smiled crooked at her victim, his scowl betraying confusion.

"You're having your period?"

She bit her lip, but still smiled out the corner of her mouth. "Um... no. She plucked a pair of panties matching her chemise from the dresser. After sticking the day-liner into them, she traded Bob the panties for the washcloth.

She busied herself with cleaning her sopped pussy. "I wear these often... ah... especially with you." She folded the washcloth neatly, placing it in a hamper near the closet. Her smile brightened, easing his concern. "Sometimes... ah... and with you..." She stammered. "I gush."

Bob stood stock still, holding her panties with his middle fingers and his thumbs. "You gush?"

She sashayed up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I do. I gush for you."

With her other hand, she cupped his neck, pulling his head down so they could kiss. Her panties tickled against her chest, until she grabbed his neck with both hands.

He dropped the panties to the floor and filled his hands with her skinny butt. "I gush so hard for you sometimes," she teased, speaking sloppy while kissing his lips. "I feel your big eyes on me. I love knowing that my ass is all you see."

She pried her body from his grasp and danced on her toes excitedly, her puffed tits bouncing in her chemise. She fairly called out as she danced, her voice ringing with laughter.

"So come on, you big stud! Dress me! We're going to be late!"