Naturally this meant her thighs were a little open and as the men strained forward they could see the pink folds of her lips framed by the soft fair c...rls. It was obvious she was, incredible as it seemed, lining herself up with the phallus. Completely spellbound they watched as she lowered herself to touch the smooth oiled wood with her sex and then began to push the helmet head into herself. With care, judicious adjustments and the occasional wiggle Lynda began to settle herself and the men. But only if you invite me for a coffee this time," I said it like a joke, "last time we forgot about it" She laughed. "Ok I will not forget this time ! you can come over at around 20:00. My boyfriend Eric will come home late today anyway, he has a football match." She hesitated and added, "but please pay attention to what you do with our photos. If Eric sees them he will kill me ... and you !" I then thought that I should implement a security into the NYMPHOCOM to keep unwanted boyfriends and. “Oh, that’s all right. I’ll forgive you this time.”Still looking at me, she lifted her skirt, holding it delicately so that it wouldn’t wrinkle, and stood with her feet apart. I knelt down in front of her and quickly pulled her pantyhose down to her thighs, not noticing until I’d done so what she was wearing underneath: a pair of the ‘little girl’ panties she’d bought when we were downtown; pink cotton with big yellow, red and green lollipops. I looked up at her, grinning, and she blushed. Before I found it a hand clenched my wrist from inside the room and pulled me in before closing the door behind me. To say I was surprised was an understatement. Before I could react I was being pressed to the wall by a pair of powerful hands. “What the fuck,” I said. “Get off of me!” That’s when I heard his voice. “I have missed you, Camryn.” My heart immediately started pounding. Michael. I had not heard from him for over a month. More importantly, I had not heard from him since he thoroughly.