I wore the shortest of my black, leather, mini skirts I could get away with whilst wearing stockings. Putting the seamed nylons onto my legs, feeling ...he swish of the material as they slid up my smooth legs, and clasping them to the suspender belt had me once again reaching my hand down onto my aching quim.I could not help playing with my clit as I dressed, I was so turned on.Once my stockings were in place and my seams straight, I slipped the black mini skirt on.Checking myself in the mirror,. Can you tell me why you want to talk to DC?, Patsy asked the girl. ?That too is actually a bit of a long story?, nikita answered, ?and I?m not sure if this is the moment?, especially over the phone? ?I understand?, Patsy said. ?I?m sure that you are right that certain things are better discussed person to person, and not over the phone. I believe I know, at least more or less, what you want to talk about. Maybe we can make an appointment to meet? ?I don?t know??, nikita answered in confusion.. “I want to see it,” she said simply, as she took me out of her mouth. Shifting hands, her left now held control as her right slipped up and down over my crown, slick with her saliva. I came. I came hard, spunk erupting forth and painting my chest. I thrust my hips and cried out, I couldn’t help it. But Sandy didn’t seem to notice. She appeared fascinated by the ejaculation she had just witnessed. She kept stroking, such that I had to beg her to stop, the stimulation too intense. She. "Phew, that was something wasn't it?" giggled Margaret as they got their breath back. "Certainly was," agreed Richard with his cock still in her.When they went to bed a couple of hours later their sex was much more measured after their exertions in the early evening but just as satisfying as Richard shafted his sixty-year-old lover in the missionary position.During the course of Saturday morning, Margaret fetched her cane from her car and placed it on the coffee table. Despite having wanted to.