”“Nor was I,” piped in Liya. “I don’t think it would have worked before this year, and may have damaged, rather than cemented, our relations...ips. I think we could have gotten this started earlier this year, but it wasn’t really possible until the ‘summer sleepover season,’ so I’ve convinced myself not to mourn for lost time. Knowing what I know now, I’m more than happy to have missed out on an extra sleepover or three earlier in the year not to risk the wonderfulness that is our lives and. Then I put on my Thigh High stockings, lace panties, and lace nursing bra. Then I was to put on my slip, and chemise. Then I would put on my ankle long denim dres that buttoned down the front, that my aunt sewed the flowers around the front, that really made my clevage look wonderful. Then I would put on my jewlery, and report to my hubby for inspection. He would always tell me how wonderful I was. So off to the city we went. I was always excited cause their was no telling where he take. Most women's legs are too skinny. Yours aren't. Very nice, rounded thighs. I can see the muscle, but it's not enough to ruin the line. Calves the same. Swimmer's legs. Very nice." Well, thank you, I guess." May I touch?" Uhhh, sure."He touched my leg, all right. He moved so that he was facing this supposedly fascinating object, put one hand under my heel and the other under the spot just above my knee, and gently lifted the leg. Then he leaned over and--took a good long lick. I felt like. As soon as my ass touches the cool surface I push myself up into a sitting position, scoot back and bring my feet up. All that yoga has me quite flexible and I drop my knees wide giving you a spread open view of my shaved pussy. I lean back against the mirror and watch you as I finger my wet slash and flicker my clit. You are finding it hard to catch your breath as your eyes trace my finger and then up my taut tanned stomach and then over my voluptuous breasts. My long hair is trailing over my.