He was already fully hard, slowly wanking his prick as I laid my eyes upon it. My own member began to grow as I asked if he would like a hand with tha...! As his other hand reached over to fondle my growing cock, he replied in a strong Scottish accent, 'Aye, son!' I walked over to the now free cubicles and beckoned the gent to come and join me.Once inside and locked, I removed my trousers and underwear, revealing my now fully engorged penis. The other gentleman did the same, and it was at this. “Listen to what her friends are telling her. They mean well, but they are just perpetuating the problem.”“What do you mean by that, Hal? Everything they are saying about her husband is true.”“Yes, I know Amy is probably telling the truth, as she sees it, and her friends are being sympathetic and supportive.“The other side of the coin is her husband is probably sitting in a bar with his friends. He is telling them what a cold bitch she turned into, once they were married. His justification for. The basque was incredibly tight but due to the thin soft PVC, it was blissfully flexible. My breast were almost spilling out of the bra cups, held under and pushed forward. He slipped my stockinged feet into my favourite fuck me shoes and fastened the ankle straps ensuring the bondage locks were in place. I stood from the chair, easing the black from my tight wet pussy, as he fastened my stockings to the garter straps of the basque. I caught my reflection in the full length mirror opposite and. Still, the sexiest thing she wore was a smile, which only got brighter as my hands crept up beneath her skirt and caressed her derriere. ‘I’ve missed this. A lot.’ My hands slid back and forth across the tight nylon for a moment, then descended beneath the waistband into softness. I caressed Claire’s pale cheeks and pulled them up, down and sideways with my loving hands, elbowing the hose down a little more with each pass. ‘You shouldn’t start things you can’t finish. Maybe you’re still.