It's an erotic feeling; one you savor.Your hand stops when it reaches the top of my thigh-high nylons; feeling the cool skin of my thigh. You then inc... your fingers toward the "v" between my thighs and soon feel warmth and wetness. Pressing your fingers into my thigh, and with the slightest of pressure, you signal me to open them and allow you further access.I oblige and do as you request. As you hear the rustle of the skirt lining against the top of my nylons, you continue your move inward,. I jerked my head toward the counter. ″Assume the position.″She smiled and carefully placed her phone on the counter, leaning against the wall. With a hitch of her thigh, she got one ass cheek up and then the other before sliding back. She brought her heels up too, so they touched her ass then she spread her knees wide. I squatted and pressed my mouth against her inner lips, caressing and swirling and licking gently, concentrating on taking it slow. My balls swayed and my cock dripped freely. . Most times something went wrong. One hot night, he snuck in through a window of a woman he had been watching. His knees shook so badly he could hardly support himself as he slinked across the floor to her bed. Getting ready to get up into the bed, he crawled across two very big men's shoes. It took him forever to crawl back across the floor and get out of the window.On the way, he came across a purse. The street lights outside had enough light for him to see the money. He took it. Up to that. So far, so good, it wasn’t the first time and it probably wouldn’t be the last, I loved her having sex with other men, in fact, I actively encouraged it. I loved hearing from her what they’d got up to in bed, especially with some of her black lovers, there’s no doubt that she was a size queen.The only downside to this was that I’d wanted to watch, but I knew from past experiences that she often got carried away. She always made it up to me afterward... in spades!She was wrong about me not.