Rinko’s pussy was dripping and she slid her finger deep inside. She slid it in and out a few times and lifted it to her mouth. Rinko sucked on her f...nger running her tongue around it tasting her own juices. All three of boys stared their jaws agape. So Rinko raised her head and looked them in the eye and smiled. About that time a couple of other k**s walked up to their table and started talking. Rinko took that opportunity to stand, pick up her packages, throw away her trash and leave the food. This fetish also extends to short skirts, woollen jerseys and thick Lycra or wool and always opaque tights or pantyhose as you guys call them in the States.This story is my latest, written in late 2008 and inspired from reading tons of scarf related bondage stories.I hope you all enjoy this latest tale and feel free to e-mail me your thoughts.Author: Ed Kilpatrick [email protected] Girl next door:My name is David Kelly and I live on the edge of. Home and Garden. A stunning house on the front, with views overlooking Auckland Harbour. How the other half live eh? I put the magazine away on it's rack and straightened up the other four.Taking the polish and duster from my basket, I began dusting the beautiful mahogony furniture. I loved the dark, rich coloured wood. The deep tones warmed the room. Two wine glasses stood on the china cabinet. They looked sparkling clean and I guess they'd forgotten to put them away, so I replaced them in the. .. something about her that made him smile as he was already imagining her naked and mindlessly humping him on the leather couch which had seen so many women defiled since he had started his practice."Sit down, Dina."The woman deposited her handbag on a table, then sat across the desk from him."I see you've taken my suggestion about dressing more suitably," he said, smiling.Since she had confessed to him that she was afraid her husband was losing interest in her sexually, the first thing he had.