"I'm thinking a leather skirt, what do you think?" she grinned wickedly.Ten minutes later I was in the change room trying on skirts handed to me bybot... Kathy and the very enthusiastic saleswoman."Well?" I pirouetted in the hallway between the change rooms. I'd tried onall sorts of tight miniskirts, but this was an ankle length, soft, blackleather skirt with a slit. It whirled around my legs before coming to rest,gently brushing against my calves. Snug at the top and still quite formfitting all. She took this well because we had a good relationship and we trusted each other. But deep down I knew that if I ever had the chance I wasn’t too sure I could resist either of them.Fast forward to just a few weeks ago when Abagail told me that her, Katie and Amanda had been talking and somehow my finding them so attractive had come up in conversation. Needless to say I was very embarrassed by them knowing I had these thoughts, but little did I know that this was a blessing in disguise. Abagail. Despite her vow she couldn’t get the image of her son coming home from school and wanking into her worn panties. She loved him so much she could never be cross with him for this. This routine carried on for the next few days and when she came to doing the next smalls washing she looked for evidence that her son had cum in her panties, and wasn’t disappointed. One of the pairs of panties was still damp with his cum, he must have wanked in them before going to school she thought. Without thinking. I pulled her up from her knees and gently pushed her onto the couch in face-up sitting position. Jessica sat on the couch with her legs open, her skirt partially covering her thong. She watched me undress as she erotically caressed the material of her fishnets and her bare thighs. I knelt down in front of her and pulled up her skimpy t-shirt to tongue her erect dark coloured nipples. I had been so concentrated on her panties and stockings that I had neglected her pert little breasts. So I.