Once I pull them free of her legs, I notice that she raises her hips in anticipation of me taking her panties off too. I laugh at her and say “Not y...t.” Moving back between her legs I look closely and admire my handiwork. The crotch of her panties are so wet they are practically see through at this point. I can clearly see the outline of her lips and even a little bump where her clit is. I consider taking them off her or even pulling the crotch to the side but I am not done teasing yet. I move. His wife and this woman were the same height, short and both had red hair, but that was where the resemblance ended. This woman's hair was short, very short, almost like a guy's. Mary always wore hers long enough to be used to cover her face. She had a birth mark on her face she was ashamed of. Tommy didn't mind it, as he repeatedly told her but he thought she didn't believe him. Maybe he said it too often.His wife wore glasses everywhere, even sometimes when they made love but this woman. " Andy, where's that bird ya wiv earlier?" Jez shouted, his voice echoing in the foyer.Ray shot me an inquisitive look. "Well, she isn't here," I replied stating the obvious and gesturing around me with my open arms. "Shall we..." I wanna know right, how this fella gets himself this piece of skirt. She's 18, fit as fuck, awesome chick. Short skirt too; and no fookin' knickers. What bird goes out without her trollies on if she's not goin' to get stuffed right. She was fookin' oozing sex. Massive. “This is going to take forever,” sighed Beatrice. “Let’s leave it until the morning.”“I’ve got a better idea,” said Wilhelmina. “You just wait here.”She disappeared into the bedroom and soon came out carrying a pair of identical French maid’s uniforms. “Here we go; this should make things a bit more pleasurable.”With no need to worry about prying eyes, they slowly took off each other’s clothes and laid them on the sofa. The maid’s uniforms were simply stunning. Short black dresses with short.