It was cold that day, and it's snowed pretty heavily just a couple days before, so both of us had worn big, heavy boots. Somehow, she'd worn a denim s...irt that barely went down to mid-thigh and managed not to freeze her ass off, but the view...damn, that made it all worthwhile to me! The first thing I was struck by was how short she was: she'd told me she was 4'11", but even in her boots, she barely came up to the middle of my chest (Sal stood slightly over 6' tall). She had a warm smile for. I knew I could not let him in. I knew that if I did, I would be on the floor right at the door entryway with him fucking the shit out of me. I had a hard time keeping him outside.I could hear him whining and scratching the door as I walked up the stairs. I walked to the bedroom to see Jim asleep on the bed. I guess he got home early. I knew I could not let him see me or for that much smell the strong odor of cum all over me.I went down the hall and quickly got in the shower. I wanted to take a. There was a huge cheer from the crowd, and they saw their image being transmitted to TV’s around the place. There were images from their faces, from the back at the butt level and many angles giving upskirts from the front and back.“OMG” Agatha could not believe they were giving such a show to the crowd and suddenly they were hit by the strongest air jet they ever felt, it came from the floor so Julie denim skirt moved up her waist and her shirt was now covering her eyes. Agatha was not in a. ‘Looks like it. So…what happened? Between her and Val, I mean?’ ‘Well.’ Vicki puffed out a breath and tapped a long red fingernail on her lip as she thought about her answer. At first, Jeanette had been intimidated by Vicki. The taller woman wore her light brown hair in a chic bob, with edges so straight they looked like they might cut you if you touched them. She had a model-perfect face, with high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes, and walked with a regal air. Jeanette had been polite, but.