Along with this, she wore pink thigh high stockings and garter with a singular pink pinstripe running along the back of the stockings. She wore no pan...ies. Kitten had decided to also wear her favorite four-inch pink heels that had the cutest bow on the back of the shoes. There was a bit of height disparity between Kitten and JP. He was six feet two while she was only five foot two-and-a-half. The heels helped to ensure that she was always at just the right height for him to enter her with. "Ms. Delmar," she repeated. "Tinker Bell." Most people think a machine can't sound aggravated at somebody; let me tell you, they can."Oh ya, Tink. What about her?" You scheduled a ride with her on your motorcycle, Daniel, 1600 hours, today." Oh, okay. Well, she probably forgot all about it," I said looking up at the cloudless sky. It would appear if she did show up I wouldn't have the weather to use as an excuse to back out of it."She called to confirm, Daniel. She will be here in approximately. "Well, sweetheart I have to do taking care of you and working my job. That really leaves me little time for a social life." But don't you get lonely for a woman?" she asked innocently."Sometimes but then I remember your mother and can't imagine myself being with any one else."Cindy smiled and turned back to watching TV. I figured she had finished asking questions for the night. What she had done wasn't so unusual. At least twice a week she would ask me something very much in same line. Boy was. I had clean panties on but no liner, and the crotch was instantly soaked. I was going to have to wait an hour before I could feel the heaven of my pussy being stuffed full of Alan's huge cock. I sat on the sofa with my legs folded under, and whether by accident or subconscious design, I felt the heel of my foot under my crotch. I sat on the sofa and gently rocked myself, feeling my slippery cunt slide over my heel, my clit getting a gentle rub as I moved my hips. I looked at the clock as a soft.