Being naturally long-legged and with a tom-boyish small ass, I found that wearing long stay-up stockings, the kind that snap into place under the butt...ck line, makes me and the men who venture there, more desirable during sex.But this story initially does not center on me as the object of a sexual assault or of me committing an act of indecency, no this is about how my mind works during a sex act being committed on another girl.Dressed like a sex siren, in stocking and booted to mid thigh, I. You’ve been very helpful. Would you like a piece of ass or a nice blowjob from my slut?”I think my heart stopped for a moment, even though I wasn’t surprised. Judging by his expression I think Mr. Simmons experienced it, too.The three young men who have been following us around since we got out of the car are standing just inside the door of Cory’s room. I heard them chuckle. Mr. Simmons gasped, swallowed loudly and said, “Call me Todd. Everyone does. Are you serious?”Cory smiled. Instead of. Getting to my apartment door and inside I felt a massive relief. And also two lips on mine and a hand onto my cock. Decision time - go with it and experience something truly great (well potentially great) or make my excuses and ask her to leave. My cock did the thinking - again - for me and became instantly hard and sprang nicely proud from my trousers. She liked this - it was clear - and dropped to her knees to start sucking me off. Now there was no return - and none for my spunk either as,. "ooohhh ... ooohhh ... ooohhh." ... and she understood. Sara Jean smiled, partly out of relief and partly out of a vicarious thrill. She rolled over and was quickly back asleep.Sara Jean's eyes snapped open and she glanced at the clock. 3:07a. For a long second all was silence, and then..."Yes!" the cry punctuated by a bump of a headboard against the shared wall.Heather was louder tonight. Sara Jean could clearly hear the moans and sighs and gasps and everything Heather coherently spoke to her.