I treat him as an ape would treat a particularly succulent fruit. Now I feel his palm pressing on my head. I increase the pressure of my hand and mout..., but not too much as I am mindful of his instructions. Suddenly he gasps and pushes me away. I kneel back only to see him grasp the full length of his shaft and work it furiously. He exhales loudly and shuts his eyes tightly as ropes of watery, white come shoot from his cock and land upon the furs on the floor. I cannot help but grin; I had him. "Social thing, maybe? I mean, skirts are less, youknow, 'convenient', so women have to wear them to 'know their place'?" I heard a saying recently, though," Kayla retorts. "'A skirt is a symbolof strength'. Think Nikki told me that one. And she IS right." Says the woman wearing a pair of trousers," I say, gently strokingKayla's thigh. "God, these pyjamas are SO soft! You sure they don't makethem in adult sizes?" 'Fraid so," Kayla sighs. "And you'd be okay with wearing a pair oftrousers to bed?". For Ryan the picture that presented itself was always the same. It was the image of a shorter woman, who was a bit hefty, as he put it to himself. This image for him, was an image of large tits, a bountiful rounded ass and even a bit of a bulge in the stomach. The very idea made Ryan grin.And that very idea, to tell the truth, presented to his mind the image, the very image, of Jennie Alford. It caused him to smile, as he got into his car, his current ‘beater’ for the drive ‘home’ to. ”I just showed her a wicked smile and was kissing her legs and rolling my hands on her panty. I kept my hand inside her panty and felt her cunt on my hands. Then I took my hands out, kissed it, and felt the aroma of her cunt.Then I took my hand towards her mouth and told her, “You made me starve for many days without giving your cunt’s aroma to me.”She was a little angry, but I didn’t untie her. I took the panty in my hands and removed it in one go.Later, I sat on her legs and kissed her cunt.