But, they draw other people to look at our legs. Short skirts……come on, they say look at my thighs. Dresses that cling to us are hardly designed f...r mobility. No, they say, come on look at my shape. Tight Tshirts, hey, look at my breasts. And all this is on show for all to see. Of course there are times when we are more selective about our audience. Take our underwear. Well, where do I start ? How about wispy, see-through knickers. We don’t buy them for warmth, do we? No way. Women wear them. We both knew that this was going to work.Amy's inner ring caressed the head of my cock in hot velvet, sliding open slowly but surely. She stopped, rose slightly, and sunk back down. Her ass opened up a little more, and on the next descent, the head slipped inside. My hands found her cheeks and caressed."Ohhhhhh," she breathed. Her eyes smiled down at mine while she continued to work me inside her. I let her see the arousal she created in me. Her ass was hot, smooth, and tight. Up and down she. .. or do I? I forgot that I left my wallet at the house and just brought my ID's with me. So now I'm just stuck out and need a ride to my house or someone to loan me cash and follow me to the house. What a day. I'm just gonna lay my head on the steering wheel, hoping things will go my way. "Excuse me, is there something wrong with your car?" That voice sounds familiar. Looking up I saw the familiar boobs. It's her. "Why yes ma'am. I'm out of gas and I left my money at home. I'm sorry for being. Ken listened respectfully, keeping a neutral expression on his face throughout the spiel despite the fact that he was annoyed as hell. He had always hated dealing with commission sales people of any kind but had a particular hatred for car salesmen. Being on Mars for the past few years, where there was no such thing as commission sales, had served to increase the annoyance he was feeling now. There was a certain satisfaction in knowing that Bob and all like him would one day be made obsolete by.