Oh, the possibilities, what if I had ended dressed in the nylon panties and black stockings, being sucked off by my gay colleague. Perhaps he would ha...e splattered his cum all over my sheer nylon clad legs. Although that is a sexy fantasy, my view has not changed since then. I have never wanted to engage in a gay relationship, dressed up in silky lingerie or not, particularly because I am still married. The 1980’s was a period when it was still easy to buy all sorts of slips and nice knickers.. And then she told me to lay on my stomach and she came on top of me what feeling friends a soft smooth lady skin touching my back what a feeling she slowly started rubbing her boobs lightly on my back making only her boobs nipples touch my back moving both her boobs nipples every part of my back ha this was a very differentFeeling and mind blowing she moved downward making her boobs and her boobs nipples feel my one hip and she pressed her both boobs on my both bulging hips and moved then there. I didnt pull away. I was frozen by his touch and his flattery and the thought that maybejust maybe . . . He seemed emboldened by my stupor and the fact that I hadnt pulled away. His middle finger pushed between my lips and he said, Yeah, you like that, dont you boy? Yeah, you like that. He circled my mouth again, then asked, You ever seen a grown mans cock? Bet you havent but bet you would, wouldnt you Brynn? Just as a fever was rising within me, he pulled his finger away and poured two small. I was so turned on by now if my knickers hadn’t been crutchless they would have been soaked. I sunk down onto my elbows, wriggling backwards towards Nick and opened my legs. I heard him gasp “fucking hell, I wasn’t expecting this for dessert”. Tony urged him to taste me as he was keeping the others waiting. Nick didn’t hesitate and the next thing I felt his warm tongue on my pussy. I pushed my hips back a little more and he grabbed hold of my thighs pulling me towards him, pushing his tongue in.