They, of course, stay on.I walk over to the bed and stretch myself out on the edge of it, legs spread an eyebrow raised in silent demand. He obliges w...thout a second thought, dropping to his knees between my legs and pushing them further apart as his tongue darts between the wet folds of my pussy.He then goes straight for the clit, flicking his tongue over and around it before putting his lips to skin and sucking. His hand moves to slide a finger inside me, and I moan appreciatively as my hips. " I immediately went to the bathroom.She took me to the leather store first. As we were driving I just kept my eyes on her legs and her leather covered body. When we got to the store she headed directly for the women's leather pants and she quickly picked out a pair of tight, but masculine looking ones for her (she had several ladies pairs already) and a pair of tight feminine ones for me. She then walked over to the skirts and picked out three for me, a very short one, a knee length one and an. I didn't mean it!" This is about as far as he's able to get before the positively livid woman he is speaking to abruptly drops her bags and glares at him. Her piercing green eyes seem to shoot through him as though he were the lowest scum on earth, and her voice is colder than the most extreme depth of the arctic ocean. "You ALWAYS mean it, Benjamin, and nothing EVER changes. I'm tired of you accusing me of sleeping with every Tom, Dick, and Harry on the face of the planet. I'M not the one who. On the train journey to meet him I was wet with with nerves and anticipation. I was in a state of sexual arousal, so much so, that just before pulling into the station, I went into the bathroom and removed my underwear, and to ensure I did not chicken out, I tossed my brassiere and panties out of the window, there was now way I could cover up my modesty, my short skirt added to my excitement.I knew as I walked down the platform, where my father waited for me, if I raised my arms to embrace him,.