............OOOOooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh”Her juices were pouring down Andreas arm and dripping off her elbow.Harriet as puffing and panting and trying to...speak but her orgasmic stupor prevented any coherent speech.After almost fifteen minutes Andrea released the red button but kept her hand and lips in place. Harriet's eyes rolled and she stood trembling holding onto her tits, milk running down her hands and all down her front and onto Andreas' face.Andrea slowly eased her hand from Harriet's. She had to meet him! “Sherri! Sherri! I’m talking to you.” Sherri’s mind snapped out of her dreamy fog. It was her sister, Veronica. It was her wedding. In fact, it was Veronica’s third wedding. “I need you to find papa. I can’t find him,” Veronica said. “I’ll check on him!” Sherri said. She knew where he would be. She found him in his study with three men. They didn’t look like wedding guests. They were wearing black pin-striped suits and white-on-white ties. With papa, it was always. She moves her hand to meet my hand and then guides it to her breasts, her head falls back and she let’s out a sigh. I put down the brief case in my right hand trying not to drop it, as not to draw attention to our rendezvous. Moving my right hand to the back of her calf and slowly deliberately, ever so slowly moving my hand up the back of her long leg, along her silky sheer black stockings feeling the patented stocking tops. Stopping for a moment feeling and exploring the softness of her. Manly. And firm inmanner.I did what he said. Quickly. Then he said. "Thankyou, Peter. My name is Eric. My associate is Walter.Do you have your panties with you, or would you liketo purchase a pair...size 8, I believe."He knew my size!I blushed and stammered, "I have my...things, thankyou."Eric smiled. "I thought so. Here are yourcomplimentary soft slippers. You'll want to wearthem, unless you brought your stockings and heels.And here's your locker key. Just go through that doorto the locker.