A little more pressure and I felt the moisture. Ohmigod, but it felt heavenly. Auntie nudged a little forward, greeting my hand.I unbuttoned one more ...utton of her skirt so that I could see it. There it was, my finger parting the lips just slightly. They were swollen a little, I thought, getting ready for sex. Those soft pretty folds between the clear perfect skin of her thighs were a thrilling sight."All of this is slowly making my body ready for you." she said in hushed tones."Your caresses. "Couldn't you let us go back to dressing like men?" "Oh, you don't want to do that. Besides, wearing pretty dresses can be fun. Give it a chance! I'm wearing an evening gown; why shouldn't you? No one will see you other than me and a few waiters." "The other guys have been making fun of us pretty badly." "Oh, I wouldn't worry about the other guys. They won't be around for long. I told you that it's only guys like you that I'm really interested in that I forced into dresses and pantyhose?" . She ran her errands and came back to the laundromat, and to her delight, number eighteen was free, and the place was empty. This week she wore loose shorts and no panties so she could masturbate easily. She was so excited that she dropped her quarters all over the floor, having to gather them up. She thought to herself. I am sure glad no one was behind me. They would have gotten quite the show.She fired up the machine, and sure enough, it started its possession bouncing up and down and. Her, opening her legs on our bed. Her pussy. Bare lips. Butterfly labia. Pink. Smooth. I crawl towards her. Kissing her mouth, her neck, her breasts, all the way down. Gently licking her groin. She quivers. My hands caressing her entire body through the bodystocking. A reminder of what’s yet to come. Her heavy breasts hanging out. Thighs. Legs. Feet. Her flowing hair on the pillow. A first taste. She’s wet. “Oh my god”. So wet. Lapping up her juices, tongue flat in her crevice. A first taste,.