Thehalter sides did not quite cover the curves of her breasts, andthere was a hint of darkness showing through where her nippleshugged the material. T...e dress dipped to the waist in back. Thebottom was similarly layered so that the outline of her hips wasvisible, but just barely. The 3" heels added a tapering length toher legs that would give the impression graceful curves that endedwith the promise of ecstasy barely concealed by not quite enoughlayers of chiffon. Because her pussy was covered. I had posted one picture of my slender, naked body, my long shapely legs and soft trimmed bush. This was before everyone began their obsession with a smooth labia and scrotum. One picture was all it took. I received hundreds of gorgeous cock pictures for my personal viewing pleasure and selection. I spent hours letting everyone who bothered to send me a photo know how much I appreciated them and exactly which day and time they could have me...all of me.Finally, just when I didn’t think I could. I had enjoyed a fantastic evening and hoped like hell that Cliff would ask for my phone number. Given his domestic circumstances, however, I did not wish to place any pressure on him.When I mentioned my imminent departure, Cliff asked where I lived. After telling him, he asked if I would mind him joining me en-route because he lived a mile further on in the same direction and would therefore, be passing by my place.On a night of pleasant surprises, on our short walk to my apartment block, Cliff. He indicated the mark – I mean the kind gentleman – sat at a corner table. I replied that I was far too young for a whole bottle of wine but was allowed a small glass of Processo dei Colli Trevigiani. The wine arrived shortly afterwards and I raised the glass to my generous benefactor before taking an appreciative sip. He in turn struggled to his feet and bowed, then likewise raised his glass to me.The old gentleman probably thought I was a virginal innocent schoolgirl. I certainly looked and.