My head was spinning. But that might have been the wine. Id seen enough movies and porn to pretty much know how to put on a basque, and how to attach ...he stockings. I still caught the stockings though and tore the littlest off holes. I wonder if she ever noticed? The Basque itself was amazing, if a little tight on my frame. A black silk like material that hugged my body. It had white/grey lace sewn/built in to it. It covered me from the chest/bust down and around. Bra like clasps for crotch. The next thing she knows is she has a text on her phone, its from Kyle! It says ‘Hey, wanna come over and talk and work on Spanish, or something?’ She hesitates for a minute but text back saying ‘Sure, what’s your address?’ Before she even sets her phone down she has another text from him. It says ‘I can pick you up, I’m on my way home from school still. What’s your address? J’ after a few seconds she finally texts him her address and 10 minutes later he’s pulling up outside in his 2013 Ford. Leon didn't miss a beat when it came to filming this event. He didn't know how much cum he had in his hand, but he didn't care about that. Letting it out as much as he did was certainly worth it. Hank pounded up a storm upon the creamy white beauty's pussy, giving her as much as she desired. "Oh, shit", she said. "Oh, fuck. Fucking dick is so big. Fucking feels so good. Pound me. Oh, pound me. Just like that."Her hands held tight on his shoulders and all her toes curled up with Leon filming. “What’s the matter?” I asked, as the meal had been quite good.“It’s the scrapple! It doesn’t taste like the scrapple that our Parents served,” Laura told me in a disappointed voice.“You will just need to try a different recipe the next time. It will require a little experimentation to obtain the taste that you remember,” I reminded them. “This scrapple was a bit bland. Try a recipe with more spices the next time.”“Yes, we will need to go over the various recipes and find one that looks.