Many minutes later, when her canal was filled to overflowing with my sticky residue, I pulled myself off her back and rolled to the left, onto the bed... My cock left a trail of blood and slime across the back of one tanned thigh. Vardhini lay on her belly, her fists still knotted in the sheets. She looked at me with a sleepy smile. “That was nice, sir,” she breathed. “It hurt a little at first, but I never dreamed it could feel so good, after all that.” I touched her face with a coarse. Toni began to clinch her muscles in response to this sensation and her panting moans grew louder. Blowing in circles over her mons, Sandy bent and kissed Toni’s clitoral hood with soft kisses. Toni bucked her hips upward and begged, “Oh, yes! Oh, fuck . . . please kiss my pussy. Oh, fucking shit! Oh, Mrs. J, that feels so fucking good . . .” Under the circumstances, Toni’s ‘missus’ reference seemed strangely ironic, but, . . . well, we’d have to sort that out later. I smiled at the thought. In. This was my first bra slip, we had never had one before but ifit was good enough for Camille it was good enough for me. It was such asensible piece of lingerie I could not understand why we had never hadone before.Walking back from Silhouette with my new purchase Babs said, "if thoseknickers had been any fuller they would have been bloomers'."Ooh, silk directoire knickers, what a thought," I said teasing."What with your love of big knickers, OBG's and corsets, you have beenborn out of your. This was not a role I enjoyed playing but it kept her happy so I tended to use it whenever I’d had a bad date or something. But then.. last night wasn’t like that. It wasn’t a date and it certainly wasn’t bad! I sighed and decided to be honest with her. In truth I really wanted to tell somebody but I didn’t want to be overheard by Matt who was sat a few tables away and I didn’t want to tell Sharon who would ask why I hadn’t shagged him. ‘Ok Sharon. It was the most romantic night of life. We.