As the isle became narrower, Andrew found that he had toturn sideways again. Doing so, he could feel the smooth caress ofleather across his ass. He ...ealized that he wasn't used to the amountthat it stuck out compared to his old ass and turned around to see whathe should be wearing next. There was a black leather skirt. It lookedto be about 21" long and perfectly straight. Knowing that he needed toget it on before the pain started, Andrew quickly took it off the hooks,sat on the floor to. I knew where my dad kept his porn magazines (mostly Playboy) but plenty risqué for the 70s. I had been into dad's stash for most of the morning and I just had to pull out my cock and start pumping away like a mad man. My bedroom had sliding patio doors for the only window in the room. I had regular curtains with one of those translucent inner curtains. The see through part was the only part closed. At the time the door was rarely ever used for going to and from my room so I wasn't expecting. He reminded me of Woodrow Allen in many respects, and I confess the loss of Woody still bore heavily on my soul. I would probably never find a comrade and companion as close to me as Woodrow had been — a friend since my schooldays and a brother- in- arms in the Sixty Ninth Foot, which we had joined on the same day — but I was confident Rob Crawshay would come close enough."I should like to engage you as both manservant and coachman." I saw him begin to reply and held up my hand to stop him.. She hummed her approval. I walked my fingers down her flat stomach to her pubic area. She giggled as I playfully teased her by walking my fingers back to her breasts.She spread her legs and dipped her fingers into her pussy.“Please make me feel special,’ she pleaded. I kissed her thigh and gently massaged it, working my fingers ever so close to her erogenous area. I gently brushed past her clit with my fingers. She shuddered as I pushed her legs apart and kissed her inner thigh.I peered up at.