My other hand slides down the outside of your leg and inches your skirt up to the top your thigh highs. I slip my hand underneath your shirt onto your...bare skin, just resting it on your stomach, while my other hand traces the bare skin just above the lacy top of your stockings.After letting your stomach warm my fingers up (I have NOTORIOUSLY cold hands), I gently trace the bottom of your ribcage from left to right, then back again - not hard enough to tickle. You squirm a little more causing my. Iknow I shouldn't have but I did. I'm sorry if I upset you. I amtruly sorry about this whole thing." He was sobbing and she knew he meant every word of it but shewasn't going to give up. She said, "You haven't experiencedeverything a woman experiences. You are going to give it a chance.I have decided that. I'll also decide when you can return to yourmen's clothes. Now, follow me." She led him into the bedroom and had him sit on her vanity bench.She proceeded to make up his face. When she was. OK now its getting very scary and exciting, the look on her face was enough for me to lose my load. I looked at my wife and asked her if she was sure she wants to go through with this. She answered my question, not with a yes or no but by telling Chris to squeeze them harder I knew she wanted him when I heard words Ive only heard her say to me, suck um baby, suck um hard&hellip, play with the nipple. Her tits, my tits, no one sucks my wifes tits but me I thought but this guy was and I do. ’ They both watched Derek swing around the fence again. ‘Nice guy,’ Peter told his wife. ‘Looks like he might have been quite an athlete.’ ‘I’d say he still is,’ she replied, but she didn’t tell him what kind of athletics she was thinking of. Peter was pretty tired from his day. Two rounds of golf under the hot sun takes its toll. ‘I’m going to hit the hay early tonight, dear.’ ‘Peter, you big silly, you’re really rather sunburned. Why don’t I rub some cream on it? You’ll be more comfortable.’.