She was obviously enjoying the feeling of his erection pressing against her bare ass.Kim finally let out a mock squeal, looking around as if embarrass...d. “My skirt,” she exclaimed.Phil looked down and saw Kim’s naked pussy staring back at him. He just stood there for what seemed like an eternity before looking around to see if anyone was around.She held up her hands, covered with ham grease. “It is a new skirt and I don’t want to get grease all over it. Can you pull it up for me?” Standing. They had broken no commandments. It’s not that she was unwilling. They had just both been satisfied being in each other’s presence. The touch of her hand was the most powerful thing John had ever felt in his life. More powerful than the feeling of his Colt in his hand and blue smoke whispering from its barrel. John reached the door and became uncertain. What would he say? What could he say? He was no wordsmith and poetry did not fall off his tongue. Perhaps if he had been trained as a. She had sat shaking her head wondering if these men should be actually allowed out in public, the things they said they wanted to do to her had made her wince and cross her legs as she read and the pictures of their cocks attached had done nothing to ease her concerns. She had almost given up hope when HE appeared. His mail had been courteous and funny. He had also called her Kitty...the first to do so, and she had felt herself drawn to him. He was average-looking, no great handsome hunk - she. I settled down got married etc. etc. Unfortunately for me (or not?) my wife like to wear very sexy underwear, stockings and very revealing outfits which meant there were a lot of these ‘things’ around the house. It started small, again, when on a day off I would be doing some washing and find myself holding the knickers against myself, then wearing them until before long I was back to a full ensemble masturbating furiously.My wife soon found out what I was doing and, instead of disowning me.