“Keep it up,” sheencouraged.Another woman behind me said “Harder!” I tried. I felt hands on my body,on my breasts, then down...my front to my vagina. They started stroking it,gently. “Harder,” she repeated. I got the needle up a little more.I felt her kneel right next to me, practically leaning against my body.“Harder and I’ll…” she said, and suddenly her hand vibrated! Just likein the office before. Then the vibration was gone. . The first one down was Carola, she had a very tight dress with an open back and a wide V-shaped neckline that showed completely the channel between her breasts, the dress was light blue and long skirt with an opening from the middle of the left thigh and braided sandals to the knees. Her makeup was almost nonexistent, just a few shades of blue in her eyes and a gloss on her lips. And a neat ponytail. The father-in-law and I burst into applause and compliments. Compliments that Carola received. She said she understood my preferences and respected them but would like to have a good evening out just for that purpose.I agreed, and we arranged to meet.I was somewhat in a bit of trepidation as to what to wear and dress and act and in the end I decided to have my hair done and wear a nice dress.I arrived a little early at our pre-arranged meeting point at the railway station and whilst I was waiting I started to read. I did not notice her arrive and was a little startled when a voice. She was standing before me, a full, wondrous figure that the years have not had the wit to claim. Her breasts, now completely free of their silk embrace, drew my gaze like a moth to a flame. The ample nipples, hard, engorged with pent up desire, begged to be kissed and worshipped. She laughed. Her powers were thus confirmed. Her perfect black stockinged legs framed by the most beautiful red lingerie I had ever seen. And I have seen plenty, trust me. Stradling me, her hands seeking my thighs for.