"They seem to be rather small Patricia" And rather wet too sir"My hand felt the top of her stockings and the warm pliant flesh of her thighs above the...,"My wife just called to say she would be staying on for another week or so" That's good of her sir" Yes, isn't it?" my fingers stroked the narrow strip of nylon between her lush buttocks,"Will there be anything else sir?" she enquired politely and parted her legs very slightly,"Only dinner again tonight if you're free" At your club sir or at. Lisa Greenwood, publisher of Fit, had insisted on footing the bill for the trip to sign the contract, and the two women had plans for some socializing as well.Bobby had driven her to the Charlotte Douglas airport where she regretfully kissed him goodbye at the entrance. The new security measures in effect since September 11th 2001had brought about a lot of changes, and being the second busiest airport in the Southeast (Atlanta the busiest), just getting to the departure lounge took much longer. They are a 50s style vintage stocking.” “Can you get me a pair?” I asked. “Yes ma’am,” she responded. “It’s Julia,” I said. “I will get you a pair,” she paused smiling coyly at me, “Julia.” As she walked away, I watched her waiting for the look back; as expected, it came with a sly smile. I looked at Gwen and said, “What do you think Gwen? Think I can seduce her?” Gwen looked at me with a look I could not read. “Well few have ever been able to resist the Julia charm.” It should be noted that. As the cute one, Carol, got down to my thigh the homely one, Fran, was still working on my stomach area above my pubic area. Carol, without saying a word simply grabbed “Junior”, lifted him up with one hand and using the other hand moved my legs apart so she could shave my inner thigh. While she shaved my inner thigh up close to my balls with one hand she was still holding Junior. Of course he started to firm up a bit in her hand. I looked at her while he did and she glimpsed at him then me and.