In her sitting posture the dress was raised quite high above her crossed legs and the red panty rims were just stunning. Her legs were firm and curvy ...nd ended in blue high heel sandals. The heels were awfully longer than one could acceptably wear and walk. We greeted each other and I sat next to Allan to enjoy the scene displayed by Tonya like a voyeur on for cheap thrills. I had done girls before clad in their school uniforms and I thought I would not let go of Tonya before I licked her. I've come this far, I thought. Might as well go all the way.I thrust my dick into the hole.I stood there a moment, my hips pushed against wood. Cool air drifted over my cock and balls, all of which were fully available to the mystery woman on the other side. With my face that close to the screen I couldn't focus on the video so I leaned back. Arching my back gave me enough distance and I could watch the action. The greenish, night-vision image showed her blond head slowly approaching my cock,. ”“You’ve said your southern lands are hospitable,” Catherine noted. “Are the women there required to dress so ... unflatteringly?”“Yes,” Octavia said. “It is custom in my homeland that no part of a woman may be seen except her face once she reaches her menses. The clothing is lighter in the southlands but it still falls from a woman’s shoulders to her ankles. The sleeves are long and, in most households, the woman is required to wear leggings beneath her coverings. After all, a wind might. It took them three hours to fix the problem last time so figure three, maybe four hours minimum. Three hours would make it what, two-thirty? You might as well take the rest of the day off." Okay. I'll be on my cell if anything changes."Diane walked back to her office and got her purse. She looked at her watch and saw that it was eleven-forty. That was just enough time for her to get over to the Bachmann Building before Rob went to lunch. She rarely got to have lunch with her husband; their work.