"What are you wearing?" she asked, a smile in her voice."What am I wearing? --Is this an obscene phone call?" Could be," she said. "You want to know w...at I'm wearing?" I know you're going to tell me," I said."I'm wearing a blue polka-dot dress with a white collar," she said. "And white shoes, with ankle straps." Oh. OK." I had expected her to tell me she was wearing Chanel Number 5, or perhaps some other, updated variation on the old Marilyn Monroe tease-line."But -- you're not wearing any. PINGPINGPING PINGPINGPINGShe turned to Sandy. “I - know we have been - a couple but with the school year over, I - felt - “ She made her way to the desk. Standing over him, her black hair falling around her shoulders. “That we should end our - relationship.” She felt the firm wooden desk press against her firm, plump ass. The wood felt cool through the thin cotton of her long skirt and the string of her panties.She had to end this with Sandy. It hadn’t helped that she knew she wasn’t the only. She showed me her clit and instructed me to massage it too. After I had been exciting her clit for a minute or two, she placed a hand in my lap and clasped my rock-hard cock. Releasing her grasp on my tool, she lifted her hips and removed her wet panties. I resumed massaging her clit and she lowered my zipper and freed my cock. I continued to rub her clit, she moaned and whispered, "Oh yes baby! I'm cuminnggg!" Her hips heaved and she clasped her legs together, tightly, imprisoning my hand.. If Andy didn't want to satisfy her then she would find people who would. She knew she could have any man she wanted at work - it wouldn't be hard. Her friends could supply her with a stream of available men they knew - and there were even a couple of guys in the neighbourhood she'd seen that she could try if needed.She slipped her skirt down her thighs. Her long legs were clad in black thigh highs - and the tiniest pair of silk panties hid her well trimmed pussy from view. She looked good she.