In one experienced flick of the wrist he undid all the buttons holding them on and pushed them down over her hips. As they fell to the ground Amy ste...ped out of them kicking them to one side. His hand slid down the front of her knickers, his hand sliding over the smoothness of her shaved pubic mound. He stopped as his fingers reached the top of her pussy, slowly moving his hand up and down over the soft warm skin, feeling her move slightly under his touch. “Keep going baby, please don’t stop,”. ”“Or,” he said. “You could come with me.”“Could I?” I asked. “What would Deanna think?”“Deanna will probably have Tommie take her home and not think about either of us the rest of the weekend,” he said.“Where would we go?” I asked. “If I come with you?”“Where do you want to go?” he asked.“My apartment is free of other people,” I said. “And I have some beer. Do you like beer?”“I do like beer,” he said. Half an hour later we were in my apartment, cold bottles of beer in our hands, our feet. She enjoyed the friendship of the people around her and she knew they were puzzled by her quitting the job after several years of happy socializing with both genders and achieving happiness at doing a good job when the day was ended and she could return to the privacy of her closed in world at home.The bus was crowded this morning and she was standing almost to the rear hanging onto a pole that she felt comfort in touching but was only a blur in her sight and she was pressed in on all sides by. Since my first listings of lingerie on various sites just a few months ago, I have been overwhelmed with demand privately for a set of pics. I had never even thought about selling pics, but as an ex-model and show dancer I thought I could do a decent job. I only finished my first set of photos the other month, and they are selling so well I had to shoot some more last month. I decided to not just do ‘selfies’ like a lot of the younger girls, I’ve thought about the poses, to make them ‘old.