"They seem to be rather small Patricia" And rather wet too sir"My hand felt the top of her stockings and the warm pliant flesh of her thighs above the...,"My wife just called to say she would be staying on for another week or so" That's good of her sir" Yes, isn't it?" my fingers stroked the narrow strip of nylon between her lush buttocks,"Will there be anything else sir?" she enquired politely and parted her legs very slightly,"Only dinner again tonight if you're free" At your club sir or at. She puts her socked foot in front of my face. "Do you want to smell my sock now?", she asks tilting her head to one side, her eyes going from me to her white sock back and forth quickly, her mouth slightly open. She spreads her toes a little. "Sniff the part of my sock around my toes", she says now tilting her head to the other side with a little smile on her face. I lean in and put my nose close to her socked toes but not touching them, and have a few little sniffs. The same aroma from her. I massage her back again and run my hand down to her cute tush. I spread her ass cheeks and let my fingers slide up and down that delightful valley allowing my fingers to titillate her little-puckered hole. The reaction is electric as she rises to her toes and pushes back against my exploring finger.“Robert…” she moans.”Is that good for you?” I ask.“Good! It’s incredible. No one has ever done that to me.”Taking a chance I let my soapy finger push at her puckered hole, and I feel her open to my. I screamed, aware that this was not the scream of Don Johnson, hero of the alien world; it was the scream of Don Johnson middle-aged boring man of Earth. It bloody hurt. Why?Why was I stabbed? A man approached, if I’d been more aware I might have seen his gait, his look, his face all suggested something not right. Perhaps I could have switched to his mental waves and realised he meant to do me harm and another chapter in the legend of Don Johnson would have been written. But I didn’t see any of.
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