I slapped her ass hard and said, “Yes what?” With a quick gasp and without any hesitation she whimpered, “Yes, Sir.” I slid my hand down betwe...n her legs and rub my fingers against her pussy. She was so wet and her legs spread instinctively as my hand rub her aching pussy. I was pleased to feel how wet she was. I reached down and undid my jeans and slid them down to my knees. I started to rub the head of my cock up and down her wet pussy lips. I knew the little slut wanted it bad as her moans. Pulling yourself around the billboard, your eyes a little fuzzy you see the back of him walking briskly towards the station steps. Part of you longing to shout at him but too shocked for words to escape, your stranger exactly that a stranger that you will never know. You turn and lean back against the billboard for support, your mind racing at the wild encounter that has just ensued. You peel your panties back and ruffle down your pencil skirt. All connotations flood your mind yet a feeling of. The silk stockings felt lovely on her legs and she stroked them into place several times, enjoying the feeling of her fingers running up her legs, and of the silk beneath her fingers. When she stroked the blouse that too was a thoroughly pleasant feeling and her nipples rose to rigid peaks. They, and her areolae, could clearly be seen through the sheer silk and she blushed to think what she must look like. The skirt fitted nicely round her waist but it was no more than eight inches from waist. But due to her nature, she was not able to get along with my father. After so many years of a forced alliance, they split finally.My father named one flat on her name which was located in western suburbs. We shifted there. It was a bit secluded area but a nice place to be. Two months was gone, things were going well. My mother had changed a little. She felt like a free bird now. She had lost weight and fat on her belly.She looked more fit. But still, she had some loose skin in her ass and boobs.