He doesn't tell her this, as he lets go of her neck and lifts up her floral print dress to reveal matching panties with little red and yellow flowers ...ll over them. He slips his hand underneath and inserts two fingers into Stacy's warm vagina, and begins to finger her. She moans in protest around his cock, but he shushes her harshly. He pushes his fingers in roughly, moving them in quick circular patterns to get her wet, and as Stacy's breathing becomes more rapid, on the verge of forced. ” “Okay, that was nice. Panties off.” I smirked at him. Then I oh so slowly slipped my panties down over my hips and thighs. I let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. I flipped around and showed him my ass, then I got down on all fours and I crawled naked to him, put my head in his lap and took his cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked and kissed and nibbled, took him to heaven’s gate over and over again, each time stopping when I sensed he was approaching a point of no return. I. ‘Nothing seems to go with this skirt either,’ she then added stepping out of it entirely. Now standing in front of me wearing nothing more than a white pair of cotton panties. An image that remained with me for years every time I looked back on that very moment. Before I knew it, the two of us were lying on her bed, naked, touching one another in ways I had only dreamed of up until then. And…bad enough admitting to her that I was indeed still a virgin, especially at the ripe old age of twenty,. I didn’t want to let go of her wonderful tits, but she slipped past my grip as her wet mouth sought my turgid member. My hands held back her hair so I could watch as her swallowed my shaft. I liked to watch. I also liked to hold her head, controlling the action as my hips pumped into her talented mouth. A strange sound. My head snapped up. Standing in the doorway was the store manager, Ms Webster. Not Miss Webster or Mrs Webster…it was Ms Webster a hard edged, no nonsense.