After lingering there awhile, she left and got back on the elevator.We both let out a laugh of relief as she went."Oh my God. I'm sitting here drippin... wet and your cum is everywhere and she's just stocking books!" she said. With that, I watched as her fingers went back down between her legs and came up with another gob of my sticky leavings. She made a big show of licking it off. I tried to remember if she had ever let me do anything more scandalous than cumming on her stomach after sex before. Since she planned to go to bed in a little while, she slid on a white cotton nightgown. An expensive, fancy one that was cut very low in front, had lacy trim along the deep Vee front, and buttons holding it together over her ample breasts. She didn’t usually wear such daring things to bed, especially since she was divorced and lived alone, but she hadn’t done laundry in a while, and this was the only nightie she had left in her dresser. She slipped a pink and white striped satin robe over the. A squeak of joy emerges from my lips. I quickly clip it on and stuff the c-cups with spare panties. "And what to wear over this?" I muse to myself. "Stockings for a start." I delve into the treasure trove of my sisters clothes and emerge with my prize. The smooth nylon creeps up my legs and the lace top stops smack in the middle of my thighs. I'm still spinning in a circle, trying to get a better look at the back of my legs, when the doorbell rings. I jump into the air and scramble to the. Being isolated from society plays with the mind. When was the last time I’d seen a real woman, other than family? Now I’m in a restaurant where women abound. With the sight of breasts and the smell of estrogen, I excuse myself to pull one off in the restroom.I’m mid-stroke when I hear a voice, “What cha doin’ mister?”I look up and see a petite girl, gathering from her long hair and clothing she’s about sixteen years old. My mind has frozen in shock.She looks at me unscrupulously saying, “My.