"I've never done anything like this before" she confessed"and yet here you are" I responded, as I reached over, running my fingers behind her neck, an... took a hand-full of her silky brunette hair. As my fingers closed, with her hair in my fist, I leaned in close to her face."Slip off your panties" I hissed. "Right now! And then open your thighs and show me just how wet you are."The sweet MILF did just that, without ever breaking eye contact. She reached her hands up and under her dress, slipped. Her mobile phone was ringing. Worried there could be something wrong at home, she glanced at her watch just to verify the time. 00:34. Who was phoning at this ungodly hour of the morning? Hesitantly, she pulled the Nokia from her pocket at looked at the illuminated screen. No phone call had registered on the display. There was, however, a message displayed asking if she wanted to accept a Bluetooth connection from "Chocolat Prince". Assuming there had been some sort of mistake, she pressed the. "Gosh, I don't think so, but I don't really know," she said thoughtfully."Do you think that he'd be jealous if he knew that you liked looking at other men like that?" "Don't you dare tell him," Yvonne exclaimed in alarm."Hell, he'd be the last one I'd tell," Tony exclaimed in his turn."I hope that you won't be telling anyone at all, not just Rob," Yvonne said, feeling reassured.Tony paused and considered for a moment. "I actually told my friend who organised Rob's job," he said, deciding this. They were thigh-highs, and her white thighs (they were tanned, but still very white against the dark material around them) swelled above the tight elastic tops.She raised the skirt more. Her panties were black and tight, but also very, very sheer. Her pubic hair and the swell of her pudenda (from the Latin for 'to feel shame, ' she thought with a nasty little thrill) was clearly visible through them.She spread her legs slightly, aroused by her own body, packaged with one thing in mind: Letting.