.. This week, we’re in Guildford, where we’re found another special slut who’s keen to join our perverted pussy posse – and we can’t wait to...welcome her...”We cut to a well-appointed kitchen in one of the houses. The middle-aged lady of the home stands in the kitchen, behind her stone top kitchen counter. She’s tall, and slim, and sensibly dressed. She’s pleasant enough to look at, with thin lips that rarely twist into anything resembling a smile, a narrow nose with somewhat pinched nostrils,. We met at a bar, I was there with some buddies to watch the NCAA basketball playoffs, while she was there at a bachelorette party for a sorority sister of hers. She was nearing the end of her courses for a nursing degree at the time and was just finishing her residency. Her white pantyhose caught my eye, nylons being a weakness of mine. She quickly discovered this, and subsequently wore thigh high stockings for me on all our dates. She even surprised me one time on the carnival, showing me that. " Just tickles?" He squeezes the nipples a little harder."OOOHHHhhhh yyeesss, that's nice. Don't stop."He slides down lower and starts to kiss my right breast, graduallyworking closer to the nipple, all the time still tweaking the leftnipple with his fingers. He tongues the right nipple, then rapidlyflicks it with the tip of his tongue, then sucks it into his mouth,swirling his tongue around the nipple. It feels like it is an inchlong and his tongue is caressing every fraction of. Bill keeps promising to look at it, but he never does," she asked."Ok," I said. "Let me get a few tools and I'll have a look." Thanks," Jean said. "Bill seems to have forgotten what tools are for."I raised an eyebrow and Jean blushed a little as she spotted her unintentional double entendre."Mine is kept in good condition by constant use," I said with a wink.Jean turned beetroot red. "You are awful teasing me like that," she finally whispered.I leaned in close, smelling a delicate flowery scent.