Her hands were upon my breasts, cupping them, feeling the weight, and tracing the outlines of them with her fingers. I raised my legs and closed them ...round her head as her kisses reached my pussy. Her tongue lapped along the sides of my labia leaving a wet trail of saliva in it's folds. I moaned low feeling her tongue find my hidden nubbin in it's hiding place and she began licking coaxing it out. Her lips closed around it and her tongue lapped it's tip gently.I was close to not being able to. I got ready myself for the formal dance. I wore a glamorous red dress with tan pantyhose and red heels. It was rare I got to dress up since my husband had passed, so when the opportunity arose I liked to really go all out. Unfortunately, I got a pretty big run in my pantyhose and realized I had no more. Rummaging my drawer, I found an opened package of coffee thigh-high stockings. I found these uncomfortable and a bit too slutty even for my husband when he was still alive, but I definitely. Suddenly there was an intense flare as a match was struck and a candle lit. Catherine caught a brief glimpse of her mysterious hostess before the candle was set on a table. The woman was tall, very tall, at least six-two which meant she towered over the housewife's five-three in heels. The candle flared for a moment and Catherine caught sight of the angular lines of an exotic face, very different from the gentle, smooth lines of her own features. The woman was alluring, there was no doubt of. I wondered if they were the same pair that i'd wore when i was at her house! I got her a drink then we started chatting when she suddenly asked me if i'd enjoyed wearing her tights and if i'd taken some of her underwear and tights and stockings as she knew she was missing some! She then said she knew i'd liked her legs and she could tell that i liked to look at them when she had tights and skirt on but didn't look when she was in trousers or jeans. She also said when she'd got back from.