I said I'd think about it and the next morning there was no offer to go upstairs to "change the sheets". And when I put my hand up her skirt in the af...ernoon, she grabbed my wrist and led it down from her knickers. So after a long night spent masturbating, thinking of her pussy walls gripping my cock, and her lips lovingly flicking the tip, I went rushing down to the bank at 9.30 the next morning - my cock already excited as I withdrew the cash to give to her. And sure enough, as soon as I. ’ He found her in the goat hut, milking one of the nannies, `Anus patiently sat outside the pen watching. She smiled, “feeling better, are we?” it was true he did feel a lot better, but realising his role from what she had said before the wine had struck last night, he answered, “yes, now hurry up and finish that, then get me something solid to eat, that toast was a long way back!” she looked at him like she had just been stung, then realising it was what she had always dreamt of she answered. Every tiime she came to the door she was dressed impecably, blouse and blazer, straight skirt, dark hose and high heeled pumps. She would always smile, say thanks for helping and wiggle her tight ass back home. It never failed to give me a hard on and though I never made any advances toward her, she provided many nights of hot wanking material. Then one afternoon I was just finishing up some painting in the upstairs hallway when Deb came bounding up the stairs. "Hi Tom", she said. "Hey Deb", I. She was wearing nylon stockings like the ones I had seen hanging in the shower at home. They had this wide band of darker fabric at the top and for the first time I knew how women kept the on. I could see little clips (Aunt Rose told me later about garters). I tried not to stare and as my eyes moved away from her legs I could see down the front of her dress again. Her large breasts swayed seductively under the fabric and were held in place by what I knew was a bra.I loved looking down her.