She was wearing a sleeveless cotton tennis dress with a thin pinkcardigan, her long hair tied back in bunches with ribbons. He also noticed shewas wea...ing those natural coloured tights that have a slight sparkly sheen,short white socks and Dunlop green flash tennis shoes. "Does my outfit pass muster?" She smiled and flicked up the skirt so he couldsee her ruffled tennis knickers.It's always a shock when you see someone out of work clothes for the firsttime. "You certainly do, have you got some. A chilled glass of Chablis was handed to me as I walked into her small, but immaculate flat. We gossiped about a few things, specifically my son and his lack of a girlfriend. As the eldest sibling, Emma felt it her duty to look after her brother, including organising his love life. Lee was forever moaning about his sister's interference, yet was always there when Emma wanted to introduce him to one of many friends. I had often laughed at her hypercritical attitude; she seemed determined to see. ’ She stood and led me, compliant as I was, to a group of her friends, she introduced me although I had no idea how she knew my name. They were fun and friendly and, like me, almost sober. We laughed and talked and I was involved, included, enveloped in their friendship. She talked to me and to others, occasionally catching my eye and smiling at me. The last tiny ray of the sun caught her hair and her eyes. God, those eyes. We moved into the house, large and warm and I suddenly realised how. ' Your ex was probably inexperienced and/or vengeful. He was either lying or didn't know what a good pussy smelled like."Lisa outwardly breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you," she said with all sincerity. And with equal sincerity said, "And now that I know you don't think I smell, pleeeeaaaase keep eating my pussy."I eagerly complied. At some point, my pants and underwear came off and as Lisa lay on her back receiving cunnilingus she rapidly stroked my penis and massaged my glans. I was.