During the short tube journey that followed it hung down inside my jeans like a snake ready to pounce. The merest glimpse of a cleavage or a stocking ...lad thigh made it itch and twitch up. It was an almost painful feeling but horny nonetheless. I couldn't get the image of the stiff cock in stockings out of my mind.I needed to get something for dinner later. Tesco's was on my way back home. I thought I might pop in, get some food and maybe find myself looking at the frillies. I remembered that. I could imagine my tongue lightly gliding over it and making her twitch. Then on her belly, with her ass pushed up and seemingly ready for me to lick. Her little bud puckered and pulsing with each movement. Seemingly begging for attention. Wow, did I ever want to bury my face in that bitch’s puss and ass. This went on many summer days all through school for a few years even as I went into college. ~~~She was known for her hand-sewn clothes. She was quite adept at this. She would make us summer. Robin moaned as he kissed her neck muscles, pressing his lips hard against her flesh. He grabbed her ass tenderly, and she felt the first twinge of craving in her vagina, the moisture welling up at the entrance until a single drop slid down her leg and onto the sheets. Robin kissed Brian hard in response, rewarding the inside of his mouth with her tongue. The lovers kissed and hugged for several long minutes, moving their hands slowly across one another, using their legs to stimulate the. Tweaking my nipples with his fingers and licking them with tongue and teeth. My body began to quiver as his tongue slid up and down my neck. His other hand squeezing my ass and working itself closer to aching pussy. I was so enveloped by the sensations rushing over me that without even realizing it, he had repositioned me on my back on the bed. I could feel weight pressing down on me pinning me to the bed, I felt his strength knowing that if he chose, he could take whatever he wanted. I would.