She looked at me, and then back at the cup, before looking over at her grandparents telling them the coffee was fantastic.They both took a sip of coff...e and they too were amazed at how good it tasted. I laughed at their expression. “I can’t make stove top coffee the way you all do because I never learned everything someone needs to know to make it that way.” I pointed at the coffee maker on the counter. “That’s how I learned to make coffee.”We sat silently for several minutes sipping coffee and. Every kiss become more and more deep and harder. I felt like some energy was running through my body. From her faced, it looked she was waiting for it long time. She responding my kisses. This went on for few minutes.She was completely immersed in the moment, I picked her up in my arms and took her to bedroom. I immediately pounced on her top within few moment had torn her burqa and salwar-kameez she was wearing .She now laid there wearing only bra and panty.Within a flash I removed my clothes. Not mind-blowing like with Elizabeth, but nice.Amy slept restlessly, dreaming of giant breasts and giant dicks.The next morning, Amy rushed to get to work. Unfortunately, the traffic was particularly bad, so she ended up arriving at around 8:30, her usual time.She didn't even stop at her desk, but instead headed directly to Elizabeth's office. The door was closed and Elizabeth's secretary was not around. Amy knocked on the door. "Come in," she heard Elizabeth call from inside.Amy stepped into. It felt incredible. I had worn tights before, but being there in Carole's bedroom, wearing Carole's dirty tights, with my cock harder than it had ever been before as I touched myself through the gusset... I noticed my precum starting to leak through the nylon, which was stretched tight over my swollen bellend. I walked over to Carole's bedroom mirror and looked at myself, stark naked apart from these dirty tan tights. I rubbed my hands up and down my legs, loving the feel of the smooth fabric..