.. Then again delving for the garters... left hand drawer now... pulling out long black stockings... placing all on the bed except the bra I stand and...fasten it around my middle... front clasp... adjusting my breasts inside to fit perfectly by leaning forward... knowing your eyes are watching me... wanting me... I pick the pantiesup and slip one leg inside and then the other sliding them slowly up and covering that place you know so well with lace still throbbing from your attentions earlier.... Though still a little cautious, I think she was beginning to enjoy the exposure. Although hundreds of students were in the lot, only the dozen nearest us could see her bare bottom. She dressed slowly, with a new confidence growing, next to me.At the end of the day, we stopped at my side of the car and without waiting to be asked, and with a sly smirk, she stripped off her slacks and panty.This time, during her 30-second wiggle show, I put one hand firmly on her left cheek and left it there thru. He never wanted to rush into it, but now it felt almost right. The woman almost like she belonged to him. No, he had to claim her. She would be his.The young man couldn’t put his finger on the feeling he was experiencing, but something deep inside told him the woman was about to become his. Body and soul.He took his thick cock and guided it towards the mark. Marcy couldn’t wait anymore as she helped him find her juicy target. She felt it, and shivered. It was about to happen.Slowly the head of. I fixed her dinner and later, we fucked again.For the next few months she would come home maybe once a week with that wicked smile on her face and tell me, “Kitty is dirty. Do you want some dirty kitty?” Our sex was fantastic. I never mentioned to her that each time she called Frank to ask if she could come over, he would immediately text me to let me know it was happening again. I really loved the time and anticipation between his text and her arrival home, bringing both dirty kitty and her.