”I nodded. “That’s really why I wanted to do it in person, rather than convince her over the phone. It’s one thing to hear that I’m doing be...ter. It’s another to see it in person. How did she take things once the shock wore off?”“I don’t know that the shock really has worn off,” she said with a shrug. “She was still a little spacey when she turned in last night.”“I hope time to think doesn’t make Beth decide to disapprove,” I said, expressing the worst-case scenario.“I wouldn’t worry,” Beth. Her soft tiny fingers pressed against my lips, brushing my cheeks, then lower, tracing my neck and shoulders. I felt her fingers on each arm at the shoulder slowly walk down to my wrists, slipping under the silky ties that restrained them, checking them, before moving back up the inside of my arms causing me to again shiver at the touch. Her fingers began pulling and undoing the buttons on my blouse, pulling it open to exposing my breasts. Continuing down, she deftly unbuckled my belt and. 'But why should I settle for this when I have your pussy right here in front of me?' She caught herself smiling and stifled it; her eyes lit up as I leaned in to kneel between her legs. She opened her knees as far as possible, giving me complete access to her hot young pussy, and leaned back on her elbows, all the while shaking her head rapidly and whispering, 'no, no, no…' I spit her undies onto the floor and moved my face between her thighs, pushing them open to the limit with both hands. Her. Masu asked, "What's this? It's something with metal clips and seems to be holding a belt together. Pantyhose don't have anything like this." I explained that I was not wearing pantyhose because they are too confining in the crotch, too hot in warm weather, impractical because any little run means ditching the entire pantyhose, and good ones are expensive." "So, what are you wearing, if not pantyhose?" I said, "Old-fashioned nylon stockings, 15 denier, with reinforced heel and toe. They are.