There was no question that the feminine side of her had arrived. As she crossed the room she was followed by many pairs of eyes, mostly those of men b...t some women too. She was still wearing the jacket to her business suit, a pair of thigh-high stockings and the high-heels she had brought with her. I imagine that she was also wearing panties but everything else was gone.She must have had something like this in mind when she bought the business suit. The jacket was perfectly cut. It had a deep. But he said she could give me a blowjob; the President said that wasn't cheating, it wasn't sex. I argued, but they all kept pushing for her to give me a blowjob. And, well, you know it's easier to do something in a group that you would never do by yourself. So I gave in and let her blow me. I felt terrible about it when I woke up and I just couldn't keep it from you." The President says it's not sex so you get a free pass?" I was almost shouting."Well, no. I told you I felt terrible about it.. "I wonder how many of these women were dressed by their son" she whispered as we stood at the bar waiting for our drinks, she smelled wonderful and I longed to kiss her neck, to nuzzle my mouth into her flesh, to taste her!"I'm wondering how many of them have got a pussy as wet as yours mum" and she giggled deliciously,We sat down at a table where we could see everyone as they came into the pub and she pressed herself against me, I felt the softness of her breas pressing into my arm and I. The room was a short walk down the hall. The key card slipped into the slot, and the door swung slowly open. He caught the first faint smells of vanilla, and he knew... She was sitting on the bed, her arms outstretched behind her, her palms flat on the bed supporting her and revealing the curve of her breasts. Her legs were crossed, the deep purple dress pulled up enough to afford him a long look at her stocking'd legs, ending in high spiked purple heels. A powdery chalk line was drawn down the.