Most of the time, I was only too happy to oblige. Other times I'd find her chatting away on the phone, lying on our bed, having what she called "abso-...ucking-lutely delicious" phone sex with some lucky guy that she insisted enjoyed it too, but only "for kicks from afar, so don't go jealous on me, lover."Then the right play came along and Carla dove into it with a dedication that I hadn't seen in her in sometime. Carla wore very little to these rehearsals -- a loose blouse tied carelessly at the. I have just everyday pantyhose, fishnet but what I love the most are the lacy-top stockings. I have about a dozen pairs. I have a few skirts that I bought and a few blouses also.Heels are the worst; they make me feel so sexy but finding ones that fit is not easy. I bought a few pairs that were too tight and I could not wear them very long but after trying them on I just knew I had to find the right pair. I finally found some at Kmart of all places, and on the clearance rack for like seven. Nothing ran down her legs. I left her on the bed for what seemed like hours. I came back for another session with a erection. I touched her softly and slowly. I gave her kisses all over her face and body. My fingers played with her hair. During the hours I fucked the hell out of her, I learned the way around her vulva — from the top of the clitoral glans, boundaries of her inner lips, to the smooth vastness of skin just below the vaginal entrance and anus. She is so tired but she forgot all of. I moaned gently in response. Her touch felt wonderful.Her tongue was next, licking my cleavage and then sucking on me. She bit down gently as her hands moved down my body. I felt myself getting wet as her touch reached my inner thighs. "Open up, sweetie," Alexandra said. Her tongue licked at where my legs joined my torso. Finally, she began to lick up and down my dripping slit. My moans increased in intensity as she made contact with my swollen clit. She slid two fingers inside me and began to.