I dressed for the day in the green fatigue pants, they were sold in stores under the name cargo pants. Mine were big, sloppy and black, most women wou...dn't dare wear. I loved them because they had lots of big pockets. I had even had a special holster made for the .38. It was made in probably the last shoe shop in the USA. The holster had a front and a back made of stiff canvas with a Velcro strap over the hammer for safety. There was no way to attach it to anything. But it slipped into the. I commented to myself that I was getting tired of waiting, not loud just close enough for her to hear. I was not talking to her but she turned her head to the side and said ''me too'', while my dick was still tunneling into her ass crack. While leaning, she started to go up on tiptoes then down slowly, which caused my dick a sensation that you would not believe and only increased each time I would enter her even more with each push from the crowd. I did not want to cum yet so I pulled out of. I still wasn’t sure if my Roscoe story would amuse her, but I told her anyway. ‘Okay so where did Roscoe end up,’ she asked me. ‘Under the dining room table washing himself, calm as could be.’ ‘And you were where again?’ ‘Still in the kitchen with my arms around Jodie.’ I couldn’t believe I phrased it that way, but it was too late. ‘What do you mean your arms around Jodie?’ ‘We were both still slipping on the jelly and I was trying to keep her from falling again.’ ‘And just how long did you. Now let's havethis leg first, point your toes like a good boy. There, that's it. Iwish I was wearing these nylons, feel so sheer don't they pet."John watched on, his erection trapped by the reinforced satin casing ofhis girdle as Joyce expertly rolled the nylons up and his leg andattached each suspender clasp tenderly before smoothing down the satinribbons over the metal."Don't want the outline spoilt do we sweetie?" she cooed as sheadjusted the straps to lend maximum tension to the welt and.