I always had on hosiery, usually stockings. I prefer sheer tan colors as they make my legs very shimmery. I will also wear off black or different shad...s of brown. Although I love more erotic hosiery such as fishnet and full fashioned with seams, and have an extensive collection of them, I saved those for after work hours. I had been working there about six months, and one Friday I returned from lunch and noticed a letter on my desk with my name on it. The letter was anonymous, but it said it. Ismy is wracked withconvulsions, as she screams "fuck yes!" Of course, 'clamped' to hercrotch by her legs, I am along for the 'ride' as my sweet Ismy continuesto 'dance' to her throes of passion. What an awesome orgasm, I am sohappy for her, even if I am basically caught in a headlock.She releases me. I look at her, she looks at me. I give her a devilishsmile. I start to lick from her pubic hair up to her belly button."What are you doing? You can't possibly think that this is a goodidea?"I. Standing at about 5 foot 1, with shoulder length blonde hair. She was in great shape for a woman of her body type and age. She weighed around 130 pounds and her breasts were absolutely unbelievable. She was a 38D and given the size of the rest of her frame her chest really stood out and begged to be fondled. As I began to really notice her body, her hips and ass quickly became my absolute favorite things about her. They both curved out from her slim midsection perfectly and accentuated her. His cock was full and stiff now as he moved. She felt fear in the pit of her stomach as he moved toward her. He put his hand over her mouth. Holding her tightly, his hand pulled up her skirt, then dragged her panties down to her knees. He lifted her so she half-sat on the table. The table wobbled and two cups rolled off onto the floor. Betty was rigid, not breathing, as his head bent and his mouth touched hers. She clutched at him. She had heard that, although not very bright, he had the gift..