"Bet this will get some tongues wagging!" he smiled to himself. He motioned for her to climb the stairs first, his eyes on her slim, shapely legs as ...e followed. She still wore her 'uniform' of black, leather miniskirt, 'fishnet'-stockings and high-heeled shoes, and still had the figure to do so... He unlocked his front door and they moved inside. "That's the bathroom , that's the living room, that's the bedroom..." He indicated the rooms radiating from the hallway. "Where do you fancy?" She. Cammie hung limp in my grasp, fighting for breath as spastic twitches rocked her body. I maintained my grip on her arms with one hand, and slid the other around her waist. Once I had her supported, I let go of her hands, and they dropped to her side.“Cammie?” I asked, concerned.She let out a whimper, and one at a time, lifted her arms to place them on the table, and then lowered her head to it. I sidestepped, keeping one hand near her in case she fell, and grabbed the arm of the office. Summer was ready to taste Krista as Krista had tasted her. She was beginning to long for it. Summer was now ready for her next move. Krista lied there while she felt Summer move up her legs. Summer began caressing, rubbing, and feeling her legs. The feel of Summer’s fingertips moving across her legs sent tingles of passion through her whole body. Krista sighed heavily as Summer ran her hands up her shins to the bottom of her knees and back down again. She loved the way Summer was. A small poster pinned to the trunk of a tree took my eye. "Protest!" It read. "Keep the City for Trade. Trees Out, Traders In!" Some people, I felt, were never happy. Surely there was room for both in a city as large as London? I was content to enjoy the shrubs and the flowering herbaceous borders as I continued on my way.The day was sunny but beneath the shadow of the airship it was cold. Groups of carters and hauliers were assembling towering heaps of crates and cases that were no doubt.