She carried herself with confidence, her spine straight and slightly arched so her breasts strained just a little more against the T-shirt. She breeze... by me, her hair shining under the lights, and she left behind a tantalizing lingering scent of … was that … cotton candy? Then either to my good fortunes or misfortunes, depending on how you see it, the only free table left in the café was the one beside mine. She set her bag down on the table, put down her coffee, and then eased herself into. Ironically, I don't like the absence of panties UNLESS my ladies are wearing sheer pantyhose...then ABSOLUTELY LOVE to see and taste pussy through the sheer nylon fabric. mmmmm). Unable to behave, I immediately reached down and began fondling myself through my slacks, catching my cock midway UP as it began to spring to life.We continued to chat and she slid forward in her seat, her skirt riding up over her stocking tops as she uncrossed her legs, spreading them wider to give me a very clear. ..” “There is nothing to be embarrassed about Lindsey. They were very understanding. And they won’t come unless you want to meet them. If you want, I have their number. They are waiting for me to call and let them know if you are interested in meeting them. If they come, there will be no pressure. If you feel uncomfortable with anything they do just tell them to stop, or give me some sort of signal and I will put an end to it.” “I would not even know how to start.” “Just talk to them Lindsey.. So far, this was all sexy fun and games, but actually fucking her? That’s something else entirely.Stacey was having the same thought, but from a completely different perspective. She felt his finger enter her and wondered how in the world she was ever going to get his cock in there. While she lay there, she moved her hand to stroke his hard-on, subconsciously sizing him up. She was afraid, but knew she had to try. “I… I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” she whispered.Mike paused. Did he hear her.