Please. Please what? Please touch me! Where do you want me to touch you? Please! Please touch my... my Pussy! Finally, while standing behind yo..., nibbling on your neck and then moving to blow in your ear, my hands flow from over your shoulders, over your magnificent breasts, over your tight stomach and down your hips, before tracing their way up your thighs to just brush your pussy. The long awaited contact sends shivers through you body, you want more, and grind back into me again.. I made the tea and I noticed that I didn't hear the door shut. I turned around and seen her in her wet school panties with hearts on with my top and when she come in I had put the tea on the table. As I lit a cigarette I noticed that she was bra-less and I could see the shape of her pouty nipples jutting out. My crotch was bulging as I sat there in my jogging bottoms and could not stand or she would have seen what I was thinking. She was sat there so innocently with her knees swinging open and. I stoped in my tracks, I knew who this was, her next door neighbour was a serial flasher, fat, small dicked and large balled. We all knew, we talked about him, well she did as she was the apple of his eye, but he in return was a repulsive object of scorn. She could be like that sometimes, all prim and proper, until you poured some wine down her throat and listened for the accent change, but even d***k she never spoke highly of him. So how could someone so repulsive be so well described to us.. I was too tense to be able to let go until I heard the splashing sounds that were being made by Hazel as she tinkled in the next stall. When I felt the flow begin, I was able to relax even more. I heard Hazel unrolling some toilet paper to pat herself dry and copied her just so as not to cause anyone to become suspicious. I stood, pulled my panties up my thighs. The sound of the satin sliding across the nylon stockings was exciting. My penis had stiffened and I had to force it to bend down and.