.THIS TIME I WEAR TIGHTS WITH DOTTY. After the last disastrous helping session with "dotty's" tights, I abandoned my 50p bob a job style Saturday afte...noons, as i didn't want to give in to temptation of knocking on her door, which i would of, it certainly wasn't "dotty's" fault that she fell foul to an adolescent with a nylon fetish, and anyway I'd saved up enough for my spending money for my holiday so really had no need to do it as I still had my paper rounds for pocket money to buy my top. She was about 5’4”, the normal woman height, but was dark black in color. Whenever she used to ring the bell I used to run to the door to give the garbage bin. In fact I used to daily wait for her to ring the bell. Then when Munni used to bend down to pick up the garbage bin, I could see her cleavage and get a full view of her melons. Seeing her melons used to make my pink cock erect. I am a fair well-built guy. Munni used to give me that erotic smile whenever I used to look at her. I also used. "No fair!" I said to her in between licks and kisses. "You have todo this too! It was your idea!" Yes it was," she replied. "You look so sexy right now, honey! Sovery dear! But may I make a suggestion? You're nowhere neargentle enough. Maybe you're feeling too passionate? Try to bemore ladylike! Daintier! Maybe peel back the banana so yourimitation cock will be a lot more fragile? Then you'll respect thedelicacy of what you're doing! "She's the expert? I did that, and found that. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes on the road. Then she slid her other hand down between her legs and started rubbing her panties under her slid up skirt. The whole time the friend was just talking away in the back. I would glance over as often as I could and my wife would just smile or wink or do some crazy seductive face and keep playing with her nipple and rubbing away between her legs. My sweats were peaking where my erection could not be hidden. My wife was so busy distracting me.