He smelled of expensive brandy and cigars, just like a gentlemanshould.Now for the last few pics i was supposed to be the romantic lead in anItalian m...vie from te fifties. Mr. Pierce had me wear a very elegantValentino coat, kid leather gloves and a gorgeous Dolce & Gabanaheadscarf whilst i was posing as the young timid beauty anxiouslywaiting to meet her secret lover. For the sake of authenticity my'Director' had chosen the old bushelter across the street from hishouse as a background. It was. " I said firmer.His head left my breast, nipple wet and warm now, back in the cold wind from the truck. I rolled my eyes with the sensations."Oh God. Earl. Stop." He had stopped. He was leaning over me, watching me. My body was what wasn't stopping. It wanted to be fucked badly. I finally opened my eyes and looked into his.He smiled. It was a charming smile, a smile that made hearts melt. A smile that any woman would gladly open her legs for. I groaned. Taking that for a yes he dipped back down. "And I can't wait for our nyloncovered legs to rub together creating a sexualelectrical spark as i gently caress your body.with that we kissedpassionately holding each other as only lovers do.with her hands Starting at my high heeled feet,She rubbed my legs slowlyand lightly, enjoying the feel of the smooth nylon under her fingers."No wonder you like me to wear stockings" she said and her strokes gothigher, until her hands reached stockings where the black suspenderstabs connected them to. After a couple of minutes silence, she sat up. “I feel grubby sleeping in the same clothes I’ve had on for days.” I heard her getting undressed and rolled onto my back. “You should get undressed too. You must feel the same way.”“Err, yeah… I guess so.” I got undressed and lay back down as far onto my side of the bed as I could, so there was no contact between us. I felt cold again.“Snuggle into me again, I’m cold.”“Are you sure?” I wasn’t expecting that. We were naked this time. What if I got a.