Luckily I had some whisky in I poured us a glass each as soon as we entered the bedsit. Of course there is little furniture in a bedsit so we both sat...on the end of the bed. She looked at me and told me that in fact her prize from me was that I had to give her an orgasm. I nearly choked on my whisky and thought she was joking. But she wasn’t. I had noticed that everyday when we worked together that she wore baggy tops it was clear she was braless underneath, especially if the wind blew her top. "I knelt before him and unbuckled his belt as he stared atme, his eyes wide. "Eh, Jenny." he began, as I pulled downhis zipper to reveal his erect cock encased in a pair of myblack satin panties."Oh my god." I said. "You sissy. You're wearing mypanties." You said it was okay." He said. He looked veryembarrassed."It's okay honey." I replied. "It's okay. You wear them ifyou want to." And Jenny. I know what you offered. But if it's okay withyou how about I eat you, and then I do whatever you want. She realised what to do with her hands. She buried them in his hair, holding him close to her, keeping their lips mashed together.Jimmy almost fell over as the sensations swept him. He caught himself on his hands, placed on either side of Lydia’s shoulders. Though the kiss absorbed most of his focus, he learned to adjust his weight, to lean it more on his knees. Instinctive magnetism drew him closer: his hips closer to hers, his chest against her breasts.A long-held desire finally broke. I was waiting for this question for years, but was afraid to ask it for some reason.“Keisha strips because she likes men looking at her body. Admiring it. She’s a voyeur. But the thing is… She was giving it up afterwards, was she?”“Yeah. She was. Didn’t do anything with her though.” I said.“She has lots to learn. This ain’t one of her internet videos. You know why I strip? I literally have to. For my son. Keisha twerks her ho ass on the internet, comes to the strip club, and gets treated as a.