”“I haven’t got my camera.”“I have my phone, it’ll do. Now, sit down.” She smiled and pushed me down, then pulled her leg up and settled...one foot against the cistern. Her right foot pressed against mine, her pussy starting to gape right in front of my eyes."Pussy needs attention," she said, almost purring and I didn't need asking twice.As you may have guessed, I love muff-diving - I love licking the lips, soaking them with spit, then prying deep with my tongue, making it hard like a little. Later in the week she became suspicious when she started to find semen stains in her stockings. She knew her husband was not averse to wanking in her stockings occasionally but he liked to fuck her in her stockings more than he liked to masturbate in them and she never turned him down when he wanted to shag her so who was leaving spunk stains in her hosiery?It didn't take her long to find a pair of her stockings, undoubtedly snatched from the laundry basket, hidden under her son's mattress. She. After dinner we drove to a little club that advertised that they had dancing. As we walked in every eye looked at Peggy. Peggy was only twenty so we both ordered Coke. When the band started the next song Peggy stood up and held out her hand. I reluctantly got up and walked out on the dance floor with her. I've got to admit that I'm far from a good dancer. I was shocked that Peggy really knew how to dance. I don't know why I was shocked; it just never crossed my mind that she liked to dance.. She was growling, "Cum in me, cum in meeee. Cumming."I thought, with a smile, this would be a fine fix if we were pulled over. John and Carol finally settled down with a big sigh. I could eventually focus on driving - with a big smile on my face and a tent in my pants.It was a Sunday and there was very little traffic. The trip took about twenty minutes. Street parking in Georgetown is nearly impossible. I went straight to Colonial Parking on Wisconsin. The garage us a multi-story lot and.