“Don’t worry, I like older men too.” He threw his arms up and affected a look of mock terror. “I know! That’s what I’m afraid of!” He lo...ked to the lobby and pointed. “Hey, what about the blonde in the shorts?” ---------- It has only been a few minutes, but already she is wrung out from orgasms. The smell of sex is strong in the air, and a sheen of sweat is covering her body as you thrust into her again and again. Soft mewling noises come from her open mouth, and her eyes are closed below you.. She concentrated her gaze on the newspaper photograph of President Truman shaking hands with one of Uncle Joe Stalin's comrades. She was glad that at least some things were still normal.When Cissy and her husband, Ken, moved into the house not that many months ago, she was naturally nervous. It wasn't just the concern of what it would be like after those years of separation while her husband served his country in Europe and became one of the most handsomely decorated Negroes in the nation's. . I have been so turned on all day. I could feel your fingers inside of me still. And it was breezy with no underwear... and Dylan saw my raw pussy before I went to your class. And he wanted to hook up. But I told him to meet me during lunch. He ate me out so good. But not as good as you. I was still conscious at the end.”“Oh yeah? Well you have a tasty pussy. I could eat you out for hours.”“Mmm. Wanna look see it? It’s so red and puffy right now.” I say as I pick up the front of my skirt and. Most were much too short for my taste, hitting about mid-thigh. But, mylegs seemed quite adamant about them being the only things I couldwear. Various tweed, plaids, and wool mini-skirts were the only optionsopen to me. Nothing trashy mind you, all of them had a certain tastefulsexiness to them. The only exemption in skirt length was a black pencilskirt that's hem fell just below my knees. It was the only one I wasallowed to pull on.Footwear offered me no solace. The only things I could try on.