Slowly, she unbuttoned her shorts and worked them down off her hips, and then stepped out of them. As she removed her black panties she could see that...the crotch was darkened with her juices, and she was overwhelmed by the thought of Vince's cock, still slippery with her own saliva, parting her virgin pussy and sliding into the warm core of her body. Despite the lingering feeling that it was ridiculously inappropriate to be standing behind the Road Pantry checkout counter wearing nothing but. Not thinking anyone would reply, I quickly found an American company who specialised in almost pornographic under-ware for plus size mature ladies. Using their web site, I set my own template and also had some business cards printed. I rang each one of them in turn and made appointments, 1 each week for 5 weeks. I told them that the initial consultation would involve taking measurements and reviewing the type of garments they preferred. The second meeting being a fitting and if satisfied,. "That's sort of what I was getting at before, about guys. I like guys, but I want to find some who care about more than beer and sex." Uh, didn't mean to get high and mighty, there..." Anne said. She looked a little concerned, as though she might have turned me off. She hadn't. And then she smiled that smile again. "I like beer. And I like sex. But, yes, I've seen too many guys who stop right there. The problem is finding guys — and girls — who like other things, too. Love is important, but I. " Lucy said proudly as she glanced across thecourtyard.I followed her gaze, looking directly down the outside of the mainhall, and then the huge indoor gym further beyond. There were even moreblack uniforms hanging around there, either playing basketball orfootball, which made me wonder why Lucy had found Lauren there amongstthem."Those can't be her friends, that's Vicki!" I said fearfully, my voiceslowly rising to the point where I was almost shouting."Who?" Lucy asked, totally oblivious to.