And one a little bit more than topless or should that be less. It really turned me on thinking that he might just look at Helen, not expecting what he...got, and be turned on. I often fantasise with Helen about her screwing in front of me. She loves it. If it didn’t have the desired effect on him, then no harm done. I could pretend they were just innocent fun shots that I’d forgotton to take out of the packet. My heart was beating when I handed him the photos.He glanced through them and when he. Waiting at the train station my phone beeped. “When you get here you will be wearing black stockings, suspenders a peephole bra AND NOTHING ELSE” Oh shit. I hadn’t packed any. I had a choice to make. Run to the shops and miss my train or go without and risk everything. No contest, I ran to the nearest shops and brought black lace topped stockings, black suspender belt and a gorgeous black satin peephole bra that I knew would hold my nipples to permanent attention. Racing back to the station. I wish I could have this feeling forever. When my orgasm subsidized,He once started pounding me.Within a minute or two,he let out a huge groan and collapsed on me.I could feel a jet of warmth flow inside me.I knew he had cummed inside me.I could also feel that his strong penis which was pushing my inner walls slowly relax.We were totally spent.I left as I ran a marathon in full speed.We just lay on top of each other as I could slowly feel that his warm liquid lava overflowing from my vagina and. She hailed from the Borders region of Scotland and had an unbelievably sexy Scottish brogue. Ailsa was a physician in the making, rode horses and studied hard. She quickly became known to me as ‘Ailsa the Scot’. As the three of us sat over our coffee and scones Ailsa and I flirted lightly. Karen did not fail to notice this and her jealousy would become apparent later. On a second occasion in a pub in the Stockbridge section Karen and I met Ailsa again. This time Ailsa was wearing jeans and it.