“I think you have to show Dee your small one Cal.” I said simply.“But I can’t, I don’t have one.” Whispered Cal.“Nonsense!” retorted D...e, “Of course you do, and I really think that you have to show me it.”Cal shuffled in his chair, his cheeks now glowing red. He bent his head down. Dee stared at him from her chair. “Cal, look at me, don’t be shy.” And with that she opened her legs. Even I could see up her skirt, passed her stocking tops and onto her little panties, the split in the middle. .. no lurking for him down semi-lit alleyways spying on my bedroom window through a pair of heavy duty binoculars in the hope of catching a glimpse of my naked flesh, no rooting through my weekly refuse to find out all my dirty little secrets, no trailing after me at the weekend as I trawl Covent Garden for that ‘to die for’ outfit and no appearances at the bars and fleshpots I have the habit of visiting once the sun has set over our grimy metropolis.I mean what is the point of having a stalker. Ian needed no telling, as he stuck his tongue out and made contact with the nylon covering his head. This would only encourage him to taste the prize, Victoria's pussy, on offer. Victoria felt Ian's tongue on her smooth vulva and as she encouraged him by rocking back and forth gently on his mouth. Hanging her head, she savoured the sensation of a man's tongue between her legs. It had been so long. After a few minutes, she lowered Ian's tights and freed his cock, before lowering her own head. I unzipped her dress, slid it over her shoulders and let it fall around her ankles. She stood there in her cotton bra and cotton panties a bit shy. She had a lovely figure and lovely white skin and this was quite exciting. "That was easy." I thought to myself. I was going to see just how far I could go tonight with my plan. I wasn't sure of anything. I wasn't sure if she'd back out. I wasn't sure if she would run screaming out of the kitchen. I wasn't sure of anything. I was only sure that she.