His man-boobs didn't fill in the cupsof his bra so he supplemented the cups with a pair of stockings in each.He decided to support his back by putting...on a girdle. He then put on apair of taupe stockings before putting on a pretty floral top (with longsleeves of course) and a long pastel skirt. Worried that he might slipon the floor in his stocking feet, he found a pair of shoes in thecloset. Mrs. Gormley only wore slip on shoes because they were theeasiest to get on. Dave didn't mind that. Allison figured his grinding technique must have done the trick because she certainly didn't seem to reach any substantial orgasm with any of the other men before or after that.Jeff grunted beneath her and reached his hands around, pushing her shirt over her breasts and fondling them as he bucked his cock deeper into her with each thrust. He hooked his feet around hers and used his knees to nudge her thighs apart, spreading them out obscenely as he continued to push his black cock in and out of. He laughs playfully, as he puts his hand on my cheek and kisses me seductively. He then gets back up, takes my legs and pushes them up and lets them rest on his shoulders. As we stare deep into each other’s eyes, he slowly penetrates me. I bite my lip, trying not to moan aloud. He leans in and sucks on my neck while he’s bucking his hips, sliding his dick deep in and out of me. He's fucking me at a slow pace, pushing his dick deeper into me. Our breathing has become heavier. After a while, his. As I leaned over to taste them, she pulled back and closed her garment. “I must go now but I can return at ten o’clock if you wish.” I nodded and smiled.The knock on my door was right on time and I showed her in. She sat on the bed and dropped her saree, baring her body to the waist. I looked approvingly and then asked a question that had been on my mind all day, “What is the cost for your favors?”Her expression was sad, “I am not a prostitute. There is no charge but a donation would be very.