"I will have to leave you foran hour to go and see my financial advisor." That's okay, I can pop round to my mother." Which look are you going for in ...he Retro Shop?"She looked at the black skirt I was wearing. "Is that retro?" No, modern I bought it in Debenhams it is full skirted, knee length soit is sort of fiftyish I suppose. I lifted the hem and showed her thered petticoat I had bought with the poodle skirt, this is and it doesmake the skirt stand out which was the way in those days." I. I needed one badly and took him up on the offer. Tom sent the guy over, who was about 30 years old, athletic looking and dressed in a nice suit and tie. This guy didn't talk much though, he just started playing with my cock and then leaned over from his seat and began sucking it. He didn't suck cock nearly as well as Tom or Derek though. After a few minutes, he sat up and asked if I suck cock. I was surprised by the question and nervously just nodded yes. He immediately stood up next to me and. Dave’s hand was now inside her panties. She was so wet and her knees were going wet. She could feel the bulge of Dave’s cock against her stomach, and she had the feeling that it was big. She stroked it lightly, as she felt the cold steel of the scissors slice through the waist band of her skirt. Next, she felt the coldness of the scissors on her arse, as her panties went the same way. Ali cupped her full breasts and squeezed hard until it bought a sharp squeal from Dee. ‘Oh god, that’s so hot,. . you know ... like that,” I lamented. When Francie roused herself, she wanted to be held and cuddled. She pressed my hand against her tummy and asked if I could feel the baby yet. It was really sweet and I was a sucker for a pregnant woman, too. I remembered clearly the first time I felt my son kick in his mother’s womb. In the middle of the night. In the middle of my back. Shadows of things to come. Of course, it was too early to feel Francie’s baby. She was only halfway cooked. But holding.