He tossed a bag at Jane and motioned her to get dressed first. Inside Jane found a pair of shiny, spandex tights. She took her stockings off and put t...e spandex tights on. Next, there was a skin-tight lycra top. Removing her blouse and bra, she put it on. The next item was a gleaming white netball skirt. At the sight of it, my eyes opened wide. Lastly was a plastic very shiny Adidas windbreaker jacket that made an incredible amount of noise when Jane moved in it. Smiling, Peter ran his hands. Then I felt a hand on my thigh, small and slender. It was her hand. She started to move her hand up to where my legs met, and I opened them slightly for her. Yes, I wanted her to touch me so badly, I could feel my clit throb in anticipation. I moved both of my hands to her thighs and opened her legs to me and gently felt her wetness. She was so wet my finger was covered in her nectar immediately. That made me even wetter and I'm sure she could feel me throbbing as she entered me.“Yes, finger. He then stopped and took another tote from his joint then passed it to me.I was becoming very agitated regarding his lack of motivation towards finishing this story. I said Michael, if you speed up the story I will go and get change and bring out a nice single malt for us to have a taster of.Michael looked at me and said well you might want to sit down and have a shot of Whiskey before I tell you the rest. I looked at him and said just get on with it, there is nothing you can tell me that will. I pulled slowly out of her then buried myself deep. Grinding my hips into hers. I felt her legs pull up again, giving me complete control. Oh yes, I wanted to hear her groan, whimper, beg for me to push her over the edge. I needed to feel her muscles grip me so tight I couldn’t thrust. I pulled up, bracing my shoulders and fucked her deep and steady. “James, oh James please….” She panted. Her hands palmed my chest as she arched and pushed against me. “Tell me…” I said softly. I wanted to hear.