I repeat this process and put the other stocking on. Picking up the white panties I slip my legs in and pull them on. I don’t remember when I’ve ...orn less material in a pair of panties before in my life. They are very low cut with a v-string back. Other than a small triangle of material over womanhood I could easily pass for wearing nothing. Slipping the gloves on each hand I’m done dressing with the exception of the white silk scarf. Even with the robe still on I don’t know when I’m been. I was a man, and my eyes just couldn't resist at least peeking at those marvelous young breasts right there, standing so temptingly. There was no chance she would not only understand but actually be ok with that. Right?I thought of all that while I should be saying, "I'm sorry."By that time, she was already asking, "Were you looking at my breasts?" And she opened a shy and unexpectedly beautiful smile. Also unexpected was Alessandra being able to ask me something like that with such ease.I. You? Yeah, not bad, I suppose. You suppose? Yeah, well, been a bit busy today, know what I mean? (sigh) Tell me about it, I’ve had school all day. It’s all right for you- you’re at university and get time off. Back at home, y’know, where all the brainy people live… Yeah yeah, whatever. Back to reality now, please? Hmm… well, anyway, I’ve been really busy today- loads of homework to do, and it’s a drag. Well, would you prefer that I phoned you back? Don’t be silly- I phoned you anyway, and I. I clambered back inside the van and Patti locked the door behind me." Christ Ann, you were quick, you must be gagging for it." You don't know just how bad I need it Patti, I've got a bitch of an ache in my pussy." Dropping the bag of groceries to the floor, I went over to her and kissed her hard on the mouth. Again our tongues stroked each other in our mouths. We kissed and kissed like a couple of teenagers on a date, my hands predictably delving in to her cavernous cleavage.We finally broke.