Kassidy hated everything about her ex-boyfriend, but how clever hethought he was she hated the most. Even right now, when she had himdressed like the...slut he was, that cheating man still was trying tooutsmart her. How calm, cool, and collected he lied to her also got toher. He was trying to make it sound like somehow him being in a tightbodycon mini skirt which showed the suspenders holding his fishnetstocking to the garter belt somehow gave him the upper hand.His assertion of gaining. "I want you comfortable", you say. Once my boots are off, you begin to kiss my legs, up to my thighs and then my pussy. You lick me, taste me and pleasure me so. You finger me as you eat me, stroking my g-spot as you stimulate my clitoris, writing an entire alphabet with your tongue. You make my legs quiver uncontrollably. You can always make me cum so quickly with your mouth, you always know just how to extend my orgasm with small, gentle, strategically placed licks of your tongue. Once I am. The alcohol, the setting, her dress … she feels 25 years younger. If they only knew what was underneath this dress, they’d do more than whistle! She gives a start as she feels his hands down around her ankles. They slide up slowly on the outside of her legs. Up her calves, past the knees, underneath the material of the dress. He’s pushing the dress up as he goes. Past the top of the thigh highs. They slide around to cup the cheeks of her ass. She gasps, and grabs the side of the roof opening to. I picked her up near her home, and found her as adorable as her pictures would suggest: short, curvy, tan, arms muscled and hands calloused from years of backbreaking labor in various factories - a fair contrast to my Casual Male, button-down nature. There was a sad insecurity about her as she spoke of her life, a quality that only further solidified my desire for this tough yet somehow delicate whisp of a woman. We grabbed up some drinks, and went back to my house. We talked, we listened to.