My head was running very fast; but I could not take the time to stop and process what had just happened there; I had to get to work.I looked at myself...in the mirror as I finished getting dressed. As I finished my make-up, the thoughts that crept in were those of Leopold's head against my spread thighs, shoving his insistent tongue into my cunt and licking me to get me a wild orgasm…As I picked up my purse, Leopold sat in front of the door, blocking the way out. Still a little confused from what. Her fingers ran from her neck down the slope of her breast, slowly, softly. Gliding down under the silk, her long fingernail barely grazing the base of the nipple, making it tighten and extend, causing a chain reaction right through her, making her clit pulse. She felt her heartbeat deep within, felt the moistness saturate her black silk panties. She moved forward in her chair, the motion moving her pants tightly against her, making her moan as her clit throbbed again. Her eyes fluttered,. She was wearing a short skirt. I trembled as I liftedit up, and saw her white panties, soaking withexcitement. Her eyes were wide and dreamy, and she keptrepeating, “Do it, do it, do it…” I did it. I slid my fingers into her panties, my heart stoppingwhen I felt her button. She gasped and slouched down abit, spreading her legs. Her arms were up, handsclasped behind her head. She was breathing in raggedgasps, and I had hardly touched her when her body shookwith orgasm.. Several come to mind, in one a male reader posted a letter saying they allways in the summer shaved their pubic hair, this stuck with me and I was more often than not hairless "down below." It was then an odd thing to do but just felt right. Once I was in my room with a new mag and stripped off naked gently wanking to it, well I needed some tissues or something and stood up and stretched over to get the box from the table. The mag had a "one for the ladies" pic in every issue of a naked, well.