Stockings and suspenders were for me at the age of 18 a thing of pure fantisy, no girls my age ever wore them and I often fantasised what it would be ...ike if Vicky came into my office sat on the desk with her skirt riding up to expose her legs and reveal that she was indeed wearing the sexiest garmnets made to man.One particular morning I hade cause to go into recetion where Vicky was sat typing at her desk, I had to kneel on the floor in front of the desk to sort some papers, it was the dsigh. It was also a single layer of the sheer chiffon material with a thin satin edging around the neck and lace down the front. She'd left the peignoir hanging open at her sides. Her naked body was visible through the sheer material.Rick was speechless. She was a vision of glowing alabaster framed in the dark doorway of the bathroom. Her body clearly showed through the gossamer fabric and lace of her gown. He could see the rosy brown peaks of her breasts through the thin lace. And the thatch of dark. My g..roommate is a sleep”. I smirked and nodded “of course” I whispered as I tip toed into her little flat at this 5 star looking hotel..a couples one I would think on first glance.As I stepped into the room, I could see this was a single room....with one bed. I could see her friend sleeping on the bed. Why were they sharing a bed I thought, she looked very sheepish again, shy and blushing and now sweating. I looked around a bit more..but then thought “oh who cares...I want my dick wet!”. I. Philip rubbed her clit with his fingers, slowly massaging it until moisture sprung and dripped down her inner thigh. Anne couldn’t remember the last time she was this wet. As the elevator climbed, Philip stared below at the traffic on the 110 freeway and the thought of the driver’s looking at him and his wife only made his penis harder. He dropped his pants and pushed himself into Anne. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him. She threw his shirt to the floor and he pulled her dress.