"There's a woman inside staring at us."Connie turned. "Don't mind her. And she's not staring at us; she's staring at you." That looks like - " It is. ...et's go get some nasties!" She slipped her arm through Kim's, and they walked up Cornelia, bumping hips even more often than necessary because of the disparity of their strides.They were delayed a bit at the corner. Traffic on West Fourth Street was frantic - desperate drivers taking stupid chances on the slippery pavement in order to flee all. She must have been working late as she was still in her work clothes. A tight shirt and business pants. Of course these were tight on her. She seems to like wearing her clothes like this. I'm not complaining :-)As we were driving along and chatting, I kept staring at her boobs, large thighs and hips. Her shirt had risen a bit and some flesh on her hips was visible. I could also see a bit of her bra as the buttons struggled to contain her boobs. She was concentrating on driving so didn't notice. ”●●●My red and black cheerleader outfits were more NFL than high school, with heeled knee boots rather than sneakers or oxfords. It exposed tight midriffs. Under the short skirt were black panties with an easy-release waistband.Ada’s outfit was closer to dancewear, with a leotard cut high on the hips, and low in the front, with a zipper from neck to crotch. Underneath, she wore black crotchless tights, where her mound would be revealed if she pulled down the zipper, yet her legs would be in the. As her orgasm increased and I felt her juices flowing more from her silky wet pussy and turned her to face the boxes I had stacked on the floor and prodded her to lean forward onto them. She was more than willing, and parted her feet as she positioned herself for my advances. I took my fully erect cock in my right hand and parted her sopping wet lips with my left, teasing her clit and petals with the bulbous head as I prepared to enter her canal. Her body was wracked with spasms.