I could feel him slide a finger inside of me. My pussy has always been a bit on the small side so just one finger felt like a tight fit. A very tight,...very slippery fit. I could feel his lips on my clit as he worked my pussy with one finger. I cooed and purred with pleasure. It was almost like drowning in a sea of ecstasy. I didnt think I could get any wetter but then he removed his finger and pushed his tongue deep into my pussy. With every lick deeper and deeper I began to forget who I was. I loved the way the tight top pushed against my flesh and the way my bullet nipples pushed back against it. The thong seemed to move against my body rather than with it causing major ripples of excitement as I strutted around the room. I’d quickly got the hang of walking in the heels, which weren’t as high as I’d first thought.Eventually I stopped and stood in front of the window looking down at my neighbour’s garden. The kids and mother had disappeared but the man was still there. He was. Let me know if there’s anything you need.”“Thank you, Miss Smith,” he said, staring her in the eye unblinking. “And thank you. I saw.” He glanced at her crotch. Kathy moistened again. She bit her lip.“Did you like what you saw?” She couldn’t believe those words left her lips.He nodded, then said, “but I couldn’t see very well.” He gave her a meaningful look, and boldly took hold of her skirt hem. Kathy was on fire inside. What she was doing was so wrong. But she was also incredibly. Then one morning – like 9 A.M, or something, he went out to get something from some nearby store. I got up, got dressed and left a note saying that I had gone for a stroll. I also 'forgot' to bring my cell. How convenient, aye?At first I just roamed around, checking the stores and seeing if I could find myself a new t-shirt, and I found one with a cartoon James Bond and the text ”Shaken, not stirred”, below. I paid for it and when I was about to leave, I saw this hot blonde girl in a tight.