When we arrived at my place, Carol said she had to call work and say she was running late. She sat on a bar stool and made the call. I stood at a dis...ance and looked up her short skirt while she talked. While she talked, my eyes were fixed on her open thighs. A smile crossed her face and she licked her lips. My mind raced in anticipation of what was to come. After her call to the office, we sat on the sofa and I removed her skirt and white panties. Her pussy hair was brown and slightly wet. I. Also significant is the abrogation of the old age of consent laws in every nation on Earth, with a uniform age of consent set at fourteen.“The new definition of rape is now limited to forcible rape, of course, one in keeping with past historical precedents, but at variance with more modern and postmodern notions of the term. Then again, the new Emperor has repeatedly castigated recent governments and legal systems for precisely that kind of ‘legislative and judicial fiction contradicted by. Wondering what I had on under this outfit. I can see his eyes on my legs, and I find myself moving so that the skirt moves, and exposes hints of my stocking tops. I can't help it. It's almost like the stories I have read. I began to tingle. I remember a story I read and saved. Similar to this one but not exactly. In the story, the wife brought a man home and made her femme hubby service him and then she slept with the man the rest of the night and the hubby was sent to the guest room to sleep. There had been no indication that there was anything 'wrong' as far asDenis was concerned and yet each of them was itching to know what itwas that was going on."You go, Cyn," said Lisa."No fear. This could all just be a ruse. Something's bound to be wrong.I'm not going anywhere near him or his office." I'll go," said Nat. "I can't stand this any longer and I'm buggered ifI'm going home with this on my mind. I won't be able to concentrate onthe soaps if I do. There's got to be a reason why he's.