She was completely naked only feet away from me. Then she grabbed a dressing gown and covered herself up and came back into the bedroom. She said “...on’t tell your mother you saw me in just a dressing gown. I kind of forgot you were there. There’s no bath in the en-suite so I’m going to the main bathroom. I won’t be too long”. Yeah, I saw a lot more than just a dressing gown. “I won’t” I muttered, as I was nearly cumming in my pants. She threw her worn clothes onto the bed and left the room.As. While I had dreamed of doing something with her, that was locked away in the cupboard of dreams labelled ‘Impossible, never happen’.It was, therefore, a great surprise to find Anja standing on my step when I answered the door late afternoon.“Sorry to trouble you Mr Clarke, but would you be very good to me and review my essay?” she asked after we exchanged hellos. A few sheets of A4 were offered in explanation.“Please come in and tell me more,” I replied, and she stepped in. I led the way. Freddie's limbs momentarily lost all structure as they racked in a spasm.The activity of the two girls together had turned his stomach to jellyand he felt all squishy inside. There was a sensation of sparks. Young asit was the Veronica's hand seemed to generate electricity along his shaftas she rapidly stroked it back and forth. He twisted helplessly left andright, wanting it to stop, but conversely also wanting it to go onforever. His eyes rolled and his mouth gaped, he could feel the. Nylons.Pantyhose, stockings, thigh highs, tights all had my cock instantly hard and ready for action.And although I liked all colours, mocha or coffee, a dark brown, was my favourite.I answered, trying to look into her eyes and avoid looking like the creepy colleague I was, "S-sure." You okay?" she asked, as she slipped her left foot out of her heel to reveal alternating red and green seasonal painted toenails... my cock flinching in my pants.Although nylons were my fetish, sandal-foot style.