"I reached out, running my fingers over and around those hard little nipples. It was amazing, how different they felt from my own. Indeed twin little ...rick-points as I think of them now, small nubbins of flesh that were rubbery hard, and felt interesting to touch as I allowed my fingers to pass back and forth over the top of them."Go ahead Shell, pinch them a little. Not too hard, pull on them some ... like this," she now instructed, showing me. Which I did, surprised that it didn't seem to. She would reach a peak and explode. But before she could fully regain her breath, he had her climbing another, higher one. Finally, she reached her ultimate orgasm and nearly lost consciousness. Although she didn't pass out, she was only semiconscious and only dimly aware of what was happening. Her body moved as a group of disconnected pieces. She was on her back in a pool of perspiration: she had been sweating so much that even her scalp and hair were soaking wet. Lying on her back with her. Then came the stockings, secretly purchased in his size. That took more persuading, but inevitably he found himself being taught how to properly draw them up over his legs. More persuading, and he had his legs depilitated. It was bizarre how the material hugged the entirety of his legs, like the trousers of a rubber wetsuit, only lighter and sleeker. Admittedly they didn't feel bad - until he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. But she rewarded him each time, with a passion that bordered. Jackie is in her mid-twenties, with wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. You know that she?s tall, with long, lovely legs, but as she?s seated behind her desk, neither her stature nor her legs are apparent. Today she is wearing a white blouse whose top three buttons are undone, revealing her throat, a handspan?s worth of chest, and a generous slice of cleavage. Her breasts are round and full and threaten to pop the next button at any moment.The bad news is that Jackie seems just as busy as.