"Seeing as you like them so much I won't take them off. It's my turn now, Mr. Smith!"Pulling aside the skimpy panties she wore underneath her hose I b...gan to finger her cunt, playing with the hair that protruded through the tear in her lovely white stockings. I slid my finger over her outer lips, outlining them and brushing lightly into the crack between. I was really turned on by her impulsive actions and began to rub her clit through the hair and elastic of her pantyhose.Soon she was grinding. I know it was cool because I questioned myself for days after that second in time to confirm to myself that what happened, happened and was not a mistaken feeling based upon climate conditions. Now, five years later, I have no doubt about that. It was I who had changed in the split of a second, or better said in the drawing of a single breath, it was definitely not the weather. My name is Jessica, but most people call me Jess, a name I inherited as a young tomboy and never really gave up.. . I noticed she was going to work an extra hour early and asked why? She said she had to cover an optional overtime shift and decided to take it. So with this I threw in a perfect opportunity to offer her a massage. I then told her I knew how stressed she was from working two jobs and feeding her c***dren that she has no actual time for herself. I know this because when going through her drawers I couldn't find a single dildo. All she used were hands if anything. She was wearing her loose. I grabbed it and rushed into my room, flinging off all my clothes. You get me entirely naked today, buster. You like what you see? Mmm, I can feel you vibrating already under my touch.This time I lay down on the bed with my feet toward the headboard. Touching my cunt with my fingers I found that I was already wet and ready to go. Wait a minute...sore breasts, well-lubricated...I remembered this from health class: I was right in between my monthly periods so I must have.