Slow down, sit down and start again. How are ladders going to help me?” He was glad when she took a breath and sat down. “Like I said, I was out w...lking and I saw some ladders. Well, you see the thing is my friend, Julia, has a phobia of ladders. She proper freaks out if she sees a set, like full blown panic attack. Weird I know and this wouldn’t be an issue most of the time, except she only went and bloody married a window cleaner. So, she had to find a way to get over her fear. She went to. Emma felt some rough hands squeezing and pinching her tits. In spite of herself, she loved a man’s hands roaming about her breasts. Perhaps it came from a time years ago when she was flatter chested! Now she was a full B cup.“You see Emma! You’re not to be ****d! But I think your bodyguard Jean might enjoy sucking on those tits! What do you say Jean? Would you like to suck on Emma’s tits?” asked the Emcee.Jean’s eyes opened upon hearing his name called out. Looking about, his eyes searched for. At one point as we were parked up before going into his house the car radio was playing that old cheesy song ‘Jeans On’. To make Speedy laugh I changed the lyrics from Jeans to Tights and sang over it as I looked at him. As the song faded out he turned off the radio while I was still smiling and singing ‘I put my tights on, I put my tights on…’ We looked at each other and he took my head in his hands and we kissed. Oh my god! We kissed. Kissing a man, a real man, in his car, feeling his mouth. I could feel her twitch as she thrust deeper. She was cumming with every stroke, strong and passionate, rubbing against the places she had charged up and tormented to life.Heat, oh the fucking heat, filling soothing, infuriating heat, drawing the fucks and carnal grunts from in me. Each throb brought a cool release from the friction but that heat it soon returned. Three times harder, four times, her pleasure flowed in me, again and again. She tensed rigid against my body one last time, thrust,.