She only had small titties, 30a, but her nipples were huge, she always laughed when her mates said you could hang coats of them.God this girl was good... she was alternating between licking her clit and then sliding her tongue up her friends hole. I wish that was my cunt she thought.Then she rememberd the message a guy had sent her this morning. He was old to her, around 50. He had offered his face for her own personal use, nothing expected in return he had said. He just wanted to go down on a. . If Brad was a woman he would have fainted! Instead he stood in the doorway with his mouth open like an idiot, stock still and speechless. The only thing that moved was the growing bulge in the front of his work trousers! "Look what I found in those boxes," I squeaked completely unnecessarily. I had gone the whole nine-yards, blazer, skirt, blouse and yes, the white ankle socks and buckled shoes, all from the box, even my house tie loosely knotted and dangling over my breasts. Okay the blouse. Chad had pulses that at first remainedpowerfully intense although after a few waves they grew less so. Hispleasure increased as he held himself intensely rigid. He wascompletely soft by the time Carol stopped, relaxing fully and exhaustedwhen she carefully lifted the panties from him. There was a slightshock from his tip as they slid off but even that was pleasant as Chadreleased himself fully."That was incredible," Carol whispered as she rose from the bed andadded, "Thank you." For you,". Her back to the edge of the bed. Waiting.I reached behind her and unzipped her, allowing the front to fall forward and away and leaving those perfect breasts on show. The dress seemed to have a bra built in. It slipped to the floor to reveal some lacy french cut knickers and a matching suspender belt to which were attached a pair of dark stockings.I went to my knees and unhooked the stockings, rolling them down her long legs. She sighed. The knickers were next, my eyes were level with her bush.