This time I put the pantyhose to my nose and inhaled the musky semen smell; when I came I sucked the man-juice from the crotch of my hose.Wednesday �... The Plot ThickensI was wearing a bone-white business suit; the skirt riding high on my thighs and the jacket tight around my waist and decolletage. Underneath the jacket I wore a blue silk blouse. My legs were clad in smoky-grey gossamer-thin pantyhose and I was wearing four-inch high-heeled white pumps. My makeup was heavy and my gold jewellery. I was worried in case anyone could see the bulge of my erection beneath my trousers and she didn't help my telling me that her knickers were so small, they'd gone right up into her slit!"I think I'll leave them on when I go for a pee" she whispered, "You can watch if you want" Bloody hell Mickey" I muttered, "I've already got a hard on for you, have mercy on me"She didn't feel like having mercy on me though, far from it, we stayed in the pub for about two hours and she teased me unmercifully. Pulling my zipper down, and rubbing my cock a little, to tease me even more. I pushed my pants down, taking her by her hair.“Mmm,” she purred. Licking the head of my cock. Susan wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft and kissing the head. Her other hand tickled my balls, causing my hips to launch up, shoving my cock into her open, willing mouth.I pulled her hair into a tail and holding onto it, guiding her motions. “You’ve been just as good as I have,” I told her. “Let’s take this over. Her body was writhing in pleasure.“Yes baby! Don’t stop! No matter what I do, don’t stop until I tell you!”Helen’s body tensed and I felt her pussy walls contract around my fingers. Her hands pulled me even tighter and her legs clamped shut around my head. Though muffled by the flesh of her thighs, I could still make out her primal moan as she began to cum violently releasing a surge of pungent juices against my face and fingers. Helen hadn’t said to stop yet, and so, squeezed between her legs,.