No taking it back. I just hoped she wouldn’t think I was a total weirdo. “Oh, you liked those?” She seemed a bit coy. “Well, yes, um…” �...�Trying to make a personalized dress code for me?” “Well, no…” “It’s ok. Maybe I will wear them soon.” I was pleased to hear it, but decided not to say anything else. I changed the subject and we went back to work. A week or so later she showed up at work dressed exactly as she had for her interview. Cream colored dress, vintage tan stockings (or so I. You're so clean that we could use you as an operating room, but that's not the answer to my question." Please call me 'Chuck' like your friend with all the women and babies, Steve. I'm using my real name again now since most of the danger has passed. I'll tell you about it someday." I do know a couple of guys who would do what you want, but I want to invite you to consider S&S up here to do your flight training. We can do that if you're serious about doing this in one continuous session, with. He led Brute up to the front door and we went inside. “Would you like a wine?” he asked. Again I nodded as I looked around. We went into the living room. “Why don’t you sit on the couch? You will be more comfortable” he suggested. I sat sipping the wine and staring at Brute. He looked like he was smiling. “Stella just put your glass on the side table and slip off your panties honey” Greg said. I stood up and pulled of my knickers. I don’t know if Brute knew what I was thinking but his ears. Play with them, Cindy. Caress them and rub them and press them against my cock." Oh, Bill," she rasped hotly. "This is wicked." But her hands cupped her firm, jutting tits and she squeezed his aching prick between them as he continued to fuck it in and out of her valley.He pushed forward. His hot balls scraped over her rib cage. His bulging cockhead knocked against the tip of her chin."Oh!" Cindy gasped.Bill paused and stared hornily at her. "That excited you, didn't it?"Bill's eyes suddenly.