I like a nice tight pussy. I bet your pussy is as tight as a virgin's. Ain't it, Alice?"I did not respond to his filthy questions. I still wasn't figh...ing him, though. It was embarrassing when he finally turned me loose. I almost fell to the floor.He stood back and I didn't want to, but I couldn't help noticing that large bulge in his pants. It seemed like, at least in his case, the stereotype held true. He saw where my eyes were looking and he said, "Not yet, Alice. But soon, I can see how. "You want to know what I'm wearing?" I know you're going to tell me," I said."I'm wearing a blue polka-dot dress with a white collar," she said. "And white shoes, with ankle straps." Oh. OK." I had expected her to tell me she was wearing Chanel Number 5, or perhaps some other, updated variation on the old Marilyn Monroe tease-line."But -- you're not wearing any underwear, right?" I said."What? Well, of course I'm wearing underwear!" Oh. So -- why did you bring this up?" I asked."I didn't bring. A massive translucent load. The width of her thigh -her soft skin glistening through. I would watch her press her hand into it. Only to re-cross her other leg. And ask me,'What about this one?'I sank happily into my fetish. Mentally recording a motion picture. So I could later cum from the pressure massage she would produced on my dick-from the bobbing motion of her seductive firm legs. I daydreamed of slapping my pelvis against her crossed legs.Watching my dick sawing between the cleft of my. It was…unbelievable…I still…well, you know.”“Think about it?”“Yeah…I still think about it.”“Did you do anything…?”“Except watch?”“Yeah.”“You mean like…join in?”“Yeah.”“No…I just sat there watching…and I might as well admit it…I was squirming…it was very arousing…when I think about it now I imagine joining in or at least…taking all of my clothes off while I watched.”“You took some of your clothes off?”“Not really, I was wearing a dressing robe and I let it come apart on top. They could see some.