I watched as she reached for a shelf which was above her head level so that she could select the scotch brand that I had requested. As she reached up,...the hem of her skirt rode up her thigh, revealing the fact that she was actually not wearing pantyhose at all. No, I saw that she was wearing stockings – a delightful revelation! As her skirt worked its way even higher, I could see that she was also wearing a suspender belt, since I could clearly see one of the suspender strap clips placed at the. Once they had called him SICK. But only once. But he realized that that one cruel insult helped him to remember his lover's kinder words all the more sweetly. He would spend all night gazing at his lover's face that way, and thinking thoughts of true love and devotion. Until the alarm clock rang, reminding him that he had to go to work. Reluctantly, he would put his lover's head back in the refrigerator where he kept it safe and secure while he was gone. This time however, he was feeling. “Have I told you that you have a gorgeous pussy, Doralee?”“Uhhh… shut up and lick my pussy, Lucille”It was said without offense, since a girl being pleased wouldn’t like to get her joy interrupted by someone talking about. The hairdressing salon owner wasn’t also too into talking, it was just a moment to take some breath before returning to give pleasure to Doralee. Meanwhile, one of her hands found residence on her pussy, as Mrs. Armstrong frenzily touched herself as pleasing her. "This is nice!" It was rather nice. I'd traded in one truck (I'd grown disappointed with) for this one. It had lots of miles, but was in great shape. Dodge, silver, quad-cab, new tires and rims, new struts raised it 3" higher than previous. I was still getting used to it.I opened the door to let her step up inside, never taking my eyes off that derriere. She turned and smirked at me, knowing I'd watched her sexy ass slipping up into the cab, and now I'd a nice view of those full tits. "Here we.