Last trip to London, he dared me to travel on the tube wearing a short dress and no underwear. The train was packed, but he managed to finger my juicy...pussy and make me moan into his ear! We returned to the hotel that night by taxi, and he finger-fucked me on the backseat, making sure the driver knew what was going on. Not long ago, we had a weekend away in the Lakes. Driving down the edge of Wast Water, we pulled off the road, and climbed over the wall. Cars passed by on one side of the wall. "It took me a while - two years. But I moved on.You'll find someone else."I'd already found something else. Wanking with stockings. And wascontemplating a further step. One I'd had in mind for sometime, butcouldn't bring myself to do.Being with was Derek was nice, but I missed those stockings I had leftback at the apartment.I got home at 9:30, eager to follow up on a very naughty thoughtinspired by my fortune cookie: "Tonight you will shave your legs, wearstockings and wank your weenie,". Sara took little time in doing what her mother had asked and let her fingers creep down over her belly and onto a thigh. There she caressed and stroked lightly and listened to the warm moans coming from Karen. Her index finger moved up along the edge of her slit and Karen jumped up and let out a whimper.‘Mom, are you all right. Should I stop?’ Asked Sara.‘No sweetie, you can do that all night if you like. Mmmm’ Karen settled down and let the finger just caress over her smooth flesh.‘Can I give. To take a girl with such spirit, train her, show her another life and have her embrace it, that is another matter. A freely offered submission is a treasure beyond price, in time '7' would make her choice, right now her soul had answered in a single look, an intimate invitation that came unbidden from her sweet lips."Indeed you may properly thank me," my reply turned trepidation to desire, my girl poised, eager to please. "But not now," I paused as '3' entered, carrying a tray laden with.