Her legs looked a mile long. She held her arms out to her sides and turned slowly around so I could check out how the bottom was cut so it crossed he... ass cheek half way the black nylon covered ass cheek begged to be pinched. Secretly I was thinking it looked safe. I ment it would be difficult for any tipsey guys to get to her pussy or ass. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said I love it. Well Saturday came and she dressed and left. She said she was told the party would be over at midnight. If he wanted to eat my ass out or finger me, I can would have. It’s like I was under his spell. At one point, he asked me where I want to cum. I told him that it was up to him. Then I started to get close. I was having so much fun however, that I didn’t want to stop. I knew that if I came, my feelings might change they might want to get up and leave. I wanted to keep sucking on him forever. He was getting really hard and big. He was pretty thick. I started to wonder what I would do if he got. “Shit! Yes, that was awesome, bloody fantastic”Richard replied, panting heavily, and trying to stand up and take the weight off of his arms. Judy said “Would you like Sunday lunch now?” “Yes please, I’m bloodystarving! Bread and milk isn’t much to start the day on.” Judy replied “Well, eat this you sissy boy dick” and thrust the sodden rag that was the slip, into face. Rubbing it hard all over, smearing cum over his lips, nose and cheeks and then placing the slip over his head again. “I’m a. Believe it or not, there's even a dress code! No tube tops, no hot pants, no hats. They stopped short of the jacket and neck tie, at least. Now I was about to find out it was all or nothing!She's wasn't bad looking, Miss Mitchell, kind of skinny, on the tall side. You couldn't tell a lot about her figure, 'cause she usually wore a suit. You know, a skirt that came below her knees, a white blouse with a sort of fluffy bow tie and a jacket like a blazer. She wore her hair short and it had a touch.