She had a white blouse, black skirt, hose and heels.The colours matched us well.My grey hair blended with the colours. 5'9", 170 pounds, looking like ... banker, although one who had a most surprising naughty side.Her red and black hair contrasted nicely with her outfit. The blouse was tight against her breasts, and the dress showcased her hips and ass nicely. The clothes offered a lovely contrast with her skin as well.I smiled to myself, wondering if she was wearing stockings or pantyhose. Truth. "Nein!!! Warte!!", rief sie und klammerte sich an ihn. Ihr Vater musste lachen und umarmte sie noch einmal. "War doch nur Spaß. Ich würde doch nie gehen ohne dich nochmal ganz fest zu drücken!", scherzte er und legte seinen Arm um sie. Ein letzter Kuss auf die Stirn ließ Emilia wissen, dass es nun aber doch Zeit war für ihn zu gehen. "Wir sehen uns schon bald wieder. Versprochen."Emmi stand im Türrahmen und war nun doch wieder etwas traurig, dass er gehen musste- aber inzwischen kannte sie den. "Dressy but casual. Your nice black slacks and a feminine blouse will do. You're going to be sworn in. Make sure your bra doesn't have any holes, too. Oh, and cotton underwear." Am I auditioning for a porno movie or something?" I asked."You'll see," she said, and hung up.I followed directions—matching cotton bra and undies, (no holes), nice snug black slacks, a frilly white blouse and footies inside my flats. I parked near the State Capitol building and walked inside feeling very nervous.Connie. I chuckled, but still obeyed her request. Lowering my head to her pussy, I stiffened my tongue and propelled it past her labia. Fuck! she moaned as my tongue slid deeper and deeper into her. She was so wet and hot that it felt like I had just stepped into a sauna. Only instead of smelling like sweat, this sauna stunk of pre-cum. Sweet, mouth-watering pre-cum. I pushed on until my tongue could go no further. I was astonished at how much she could take, but not as much as the incredible sweetness.