Fucking hot. She was probably mid 40's. So I sat across from her and decided that I was going to just stare at her legs with that raised skirt exposin... a lot of thigh. I thought fuck it, I don't give a shit if I offend this whore bitch. She catches me staring but doesn't adjust or uncross her legs. Bingo! A willing slut. With my suit case in front of me I started to rub my cock. Fuck I was so hard and making it so obvious I was staring right at her legs. After a few minutes the slut uncrossed. Shuddering slightly, my head turned to the side, and the lips moved lower to my now exposed neck. I opened my eyes but the silk covering proved too thick to see other than a faint female facial outline. Long hair fell onto my shoulders and upper chest; it tickled my skin bringing a slight smile to my lips and a tiny moan escaped them.Her soft tiny fingers pressed against my lips, brushing my cheeks, then lower, tracing my neck and shoulders. I felt her fingers on each arm at the shoulder slowly. The entry forms should have been sent in a month ago but the organisers gave him a stand where he could put the engine on show. Each day they took Vivienne along. At first she was most self-conscious at sitting behind the stand facing the public and having them face her. Tom insisted she bring along some of her ornamental turning and soon involved her in any discussions. Most model engineers were also interested in the turnings and they could only see her face so had no idea she had no legs. At. Pressed against mine a knot in my throat forms and I struggle to swallow for just a half second, but long enough for you to notice and pull back and smile at me. I flutter my eyelashes and catch your stare and I blush, then you continue to push your lips on mine. As always, I’m over thinking everything by now, but you take my hand in yours and my thoughts wash away. That’s when I really noticed our dripping wet ice cold bodies. The rain storm that caused this was still tapping on the window of.