I also think she loved the feeling of hot cum on her legs and feet when she would take the cum soaked stocking off my cock and then slip it onto her s...xy legs, she always had to have a matching set of cum filled stockings. I have since grown older and moved away from home, taking up residence in a quiet neighborhood (or so I thought) that just happened to have as residents three very older sexy neighbors, one on each side of me and one across the street. I have up to this point in my life. I look up quickly seeing that the drawer has simply jumped out of the track ..knowing I can fix it in a few seconds I sigh a little not wanting the show to be over ...Tapping the drawer with my flashlight like I'm working on it as I keep glancing out to the wonderful view of her lacy little panties ...Still unable to believe my good fortune ..She's still sitting right at the edge of the desk opening where I'm laying ..I lean out to get a tool out of my belt ..brushing against her leg as I do. All of the crew began carrying out his orders with a haste. Lord Drad was a Nord, from Skyrim, and he had all the fine qualities of such a person. His hair was long, and flowing, with blond and black streaks. His eyes pierced with a gray gaze. His body was firm, and stalky, yet tall and fair. His face was strong, with a built cheek line, and stern jaw. His ship was called 'Winterwriter'. It was a large frigate vessel, which was used in his business of transporting goods to and from Solstheim. As I said, it was brief, and here is how it started. One Saturday morning, Sharon was the morning hostess (we were a small store, and for most of the time is was just the manager and a hostess, with an extra host and cook for dinner hour. Sharon was upset. I assumed it was from something that happened the night before, perhaps a date gone wrong. And since the hostesses were often upset, I let it pass. But this morning, as I was setting up the cooking area, Sharon hung around where I was setting.