I then slowly rolled my head over to look at the beauty next to me, but she was gone. Still naked, I began to think that I had just fallen asleep afte... my shower, and that I had just had another one of my dreams about her. As slowly tried to sit upright, I placed my hand on the spot where she was when I feel asleep. To my surprise, and delight, it was still warm. So warm that she couldn’t have left more than ten minutes ago. I quick grabbed a pair of sweatpants from my drawer, not bother with. His control of her bound form and the aggressiveness of his actions had made a puddle on the bed beneath her. She felt his hands grasp her buttocks, his fingers digging deep into her plump flesh and the slight pain of his fingertips. He spread her thighs and ass cheeks wide, revealing more of her dripping pussy. “I wanna taste your creamy middle Anne,” he told her and his tongue dove into her pink and dripping flesh and she screamed her muffled desire against the bed.He jabbed deep into her. Maine apne kapde ko is tarah se lapeta aur bandha tha ke uske ander se mera kafi cleavage dikhta tha. Side se to mere chuche dikh hi jaate the.Dress puri backless thi aur piche gaand ki lakeer ke niche kapda aata tha. To piche se meri gaand bhi dekhi jaa sakti thi. Main apne baalo ka juda banakar rakhti thi jisse meri kamar puri nangi ho jaae.Main dekhti thi ke jaha se bhi main guzarti thi waha per mardo ke lund khade ho jaate the. Jabki unke aas pass nangi ladkiya hamesha hi ghumti rehti thi.. It was always so much fun to see his reactions to the way I looked and how it kind of knocked him sideways for a moment or two.I think he had a thing for black. Black was his mojo. Old school stockings and suspenders to go and all that. Got to admit, I think I preferred to wear those type of things. Frills with bows and ties and ribbons and laces. My thoughts drifted to the image of my Great Grandmother and the way she was dressed in her pomp. Maybe I got my tastes in clothes from her.