"I looked at Emma and said, "Do you sell stockings here?" Yes," Emma responded.I smiled at her, my sexy flirting smile, "Not pantyhose, but thigh high...stockings."Emma smiled back at me with a similar flirting smile, "Yes ma'am. That is all I wear as well. I would recommend French Coffee."It was my turn to be impressed. "I have never heard of French Coffee as a colour."Emma smiled and said, "Do you like the colour I am wearing?" They are very fetching, but they are suntan are they not?" I. That night I masturbated thinking about Joe’s cock in my hand mouth and ass, I erupted spraying my cum over my taut body, I scooped the thick creamy cum off my torso and chest, sucking it off my fingers, then falling asleep, hoping to dream about swallowing a load from Joe’s cock.Our parents were church goers and insisted that we attended the Boys Brigade every week, so at 18 we were sent camping with the Boys Brigade. Joe and me were allocated the tent at the edge of the field, that night. All I could think about now was how badly I wanted to fill that ass with my throbbing hot member. He must have seen me looking because a moment later, he released my cock from his mouth and reached up to remove the loose fitting shorts he had been working around all of this time. He pulled them over my soaking wet meat stick, down my legs and off for good, throwing them up over his shoulder to the other side of the room. Then he looked up at me grinning and biting his lower lip with his own. I changed my clothes and went to lay down , Haari came next to me and we started talking. Next this I know he is massaging my back again and it was feeling nice. i was wearing a loose tank top and shorts because it was really hot. he was massaging my back for maybe 30 minutes and he was making me wet again.I was feeling so horny because a was a bit drunk. His hands were under my shirt rubbing my back and I can feel his hands moving to the side trying to feel the sides of my boobs. he was doing.