She wore stockings, even though tights were common then, and they had several clasps. These were tanned stockings, not seemed but I could she the top...of her thighs quite easily.Leaning forward a bit and looking up directly now, I could see the pale blue of her satin, (or was it silk), French knickers. Oh My God. I was just a few feet away from Sally’s pussy, I was transfixed. My dick was straining to be released. I had gone from dangle to strangle in seconds. I could feel it throb. Dare. She had said she hoped to see me shopping there again. She wasn't there when I went to the store. I didn't know what shift she worked. I didn't see her at Food Court at noontime. That evening I went back to eat dinner. I was wearing my new shorts. I had removed all of the netting by now. As I was eating, my fantasy walked in the door. She bought her food and walked over to my table and said "Hi, Remember me? My name is Emily, do you mind if I sit here?" I was smiling from ear to ear, when I. Not as a man, not whenworking my vibrator in and out of my pussy. I hadn't even realized thatI was close, until it happened.Looking back up at Bobby I trembled with my release as I held him in mymouth; gently nursing on the tip of his cockhead as I came. His eyeswidened at the sight, could he possibly know what had just happened? Theoverwhelming urge to take him into me, all the way into me, washed overme at that moment and I slid my mouth slowly downward onto his rigidtool, his eyes slowly. My Goddess. My everything.Crack!"I'm yours," I moaned. "Just let me touch you. Worship you. No man will ever be more devoted to you."Her eyebrow raised. "You think I want something so pathetic forever?" Please," I begged. "A touch." Oh, you'll touch me." She stepped forward. "You'll get to taste me. Drink from me." Her smile twisted. "I have to pee." What?"Her fingers grasped my hair, pulling towards her shaved pussy, a fiery heart above it shaped from pubic hair. I could smell her sweet-spicy.