” “Sure,” I said. I ran inside and switched stockings. Wow, they looked really nice and better matched my black underwear. I wondered, “How di... he know Hanes were my favorite brand?” Getting into his tiny Bug, I made sure Randy got a good view of my stocking-covered legs. The sheer stockings showed off nicely against my yellow dress. As we drove to the park, my hem crept up slowly as I leaned back . Gradually, my dark stocking tops began to show, but just the edges because the stockings were on. Breathing faster but still smiling, she ran a gentle fingertip around the ridge on his cock, only once. His back arched again and he pressed against her hand, his body wanting more.But her hands moved upwards to his other hand and arm, and again, she repeated the slow downward massage. By the time she reached his cock, he was gasping."Oh God, please..." "Please what, Michael? What would you like?" "what... oh... in your mouth, please..." "Ah, but I can't do that while you have those on. You. He caught a glance of Cora sitting on her bed, reading through her notes, by the reflection in the black screen of the laptop. She was a real looker, that was for sure, but the stuck?up expression of her face distorted the image of a true beauty. Hermes had been with enough women to prefer an entertaining personality before a hot body… like hers. Cora flipped through the papers, and Hermes realized that he hadn’t been doing a thing with the computer for 3 minutes straight. He went back to the. My hands smooth over the skin of her thighs, appreciating how soft she is. She likes to shave every day and she uses only the finest of lotions, so she always feels like silk under my palms. My thumbs duck under the hem of the red t-shirt, gently tracing along the lines of her hip bone. She inhales deeply and I can feel her muscles moving with the breath under my fingers. When she exhales, there’s a small, contented sigh weaved into the sound, gently praising me for my actions and nudging me to.