She stripped off her uncomfortable wool suit jacket and laid it on their bed. Her silk under blouse was much more comfortable, but just to fit the moo... of the evening, she slipped her bra off and left it with the jacket. Her nipples beaded under her shirt, rejoicing in the cool and the comfort and the freedom from usual restraining clothing. She decided to leave on her hosiery since she’d gone with her expensive thigh highs and garter belt today. She padded quietly back into the dining room and. —- It was one night after classes had ended for the day that she was proven wrong unexpectedly. Damon had not modeled for her class, much to her dismay for the last two weeks. His absence bothered her. As the rest of the class packed up and left she still sat on her stool, charcoal pinched between her fingers. She didn’t realize how long she had sat as she stared at a clean blank page. Leela imagined Damon stretched out lewdly on the platform – posing only for her. Her eyes closed as his image. Now I just go up to her apartment in the city to hang out with her and explore. I didn't see this kind of exploration coming.My vagina was so wet that her fingers were able to slip easily inside a little, then back out. My hips swayed with her as she fingered me. I watched them stroking my pleasure center, amazed by how different it felt for someone else to touch me there.As if she read my mind, she said, "Has anyone ever touched you like this before?" I looked up at her and shook my head. She. . uninhibited. Must be the alcohol, she was quite the lush once unbridled. Her hips moved in a slow rhythm as she ground against his questing lips, made slick by her flowing excitement, her long tail flicking back and forth above his head.Schaffer delved his fingers into the pliant flesh of her ass and thighs, feeling her twitch and croon as he sank his digits into her plush flesh, despite her musculature she was clad in a layer of insulating fat no different than her peers. She was more.