It was just as big as Oma’s black toy, but this was a real live hot cock, very big balls to match. I told him to take the sock off, which he did. He...was as hard as a rock, it was throbbing, and this must have been making him as horny as me. He said, “Ok now you take something off.” I pulled my Pf bottoms off. I had no underwear on. He starred at my golden haired pussy. He asked if I was a virgin, I told him, “No.” He then asked, “Have you had as big as his?” I told him, “Yes.” Thinking of. Honestly, I'm going a bit potty." You need to do more baking." There it is, Celia's solution to everything; do more baking. Or to be more exact, it's Celia's recommended solution to whatever ails I've decided to moan about this week. Also I think it is a dig at my complete lack of baking skills and lack of respect for all things baky, as well as a sly dig at my slatternly housewifely domestic standards. Each Tuesday afternoon Celia and I meet on our bench. I bring the coffee and she brings the. ” Gwen blushed, but before I could continue cute little Emma returned. The brunette handed me a package. Instead of going back to change in the dressing room, I simply opened the package and decided to put them on in front of the two girls I was trying to seduce. I slid off my three inch pumps and slowly slid a stocking on my tanned legs. I made sure to make eye contact with Emma as I put on the first stocking. As I put on my second stocking I looked eye to eye with Gwen who watched before. But some.“One sixty-two? Well fuck...”Repeating Puma’s time, she took a breath and looked at the ceiling for a count of ten, Helen listened to her opponent’s gleeful laugh before responding in a monotone. “You lost, bitch. One fifty-one. And nine seconds.”“How!?” Puma moaned.“Well done, Helen. You broke the code. You did well, girl.” Sydney seemed genuinely pleased with Helen’s performance.Helen was not quite sure what to make of the praise. I noticed a smug pride, along with a wariness.