I'm sure her idea was to appear retro, as they call it now. How was she to know the disturbing effect that particular look would have on a man who’d...first found his way to pussy by way of nylon encased inner thighs? I suppose she was making a statement, being ironic. When I first saw those legs alighting from her car I was sure the universe was fucking with me. I was at the big car boot sale that’s held every Sunday at Johnson’s Farm — I think you call such gatherings swap-meets in the USA. I. ." What a naughty girl you are."God, it was good to see Loretta again. Denny had left Cally alone for the afternoon with only his dog Prince to keep her company, and wow! It was wonderful to be with Loretta again. Her breasts, firm and fully ripe, stood like twin majestic mountains on her chest demanding to be climbed, eager for conquering, their berry like crests already hard and quivering with anticipation.Denny let his hot smoldering eyes roam over her nakedness for a long moment, lingering. I taste her sweet tastes. Our tongues explore each other's and our hands roam. Getting lost in the moment, I didn't realize my blanket had fell open in the front. My hardness is exposed and pressed up against her clothed belly, touching the bottoms of her breast. If not for the smock the head would be between them. Realizing this makes me harder. Breaking our kiss she looks down seeing me exposed from the front, the blanket open all the way to the floor. Tucking her hands under the cover at my. It had made her life complicated and painful and she had tried to forget that she was a vibrant and passionate woman. But oh God, what was this grass doing to her? She looked over at Carl Bardley and saw his cock pulsing there in his pants, jumping spasmodically from time to time, pushing his trouser material out briefly. Her cunt juices began to flow faster and faster up between her thighs. God, she had to get control of her self! She wished she had never seen him, and yet she wanted him to.