You can also find my statement on this.2. I like to wear leggings. I don't think it's perverse either. As early as the 17th century, men wore leggings...or tights to show what they had to offer. Only today's society rejects it, although I have to ask myself why is that so?3. My preference for women's sandals. I very much like to see beautiful women's feet in beautiful sandals or sandals and I also like to wear them (I have 3 pairs of women's sandals). Fetish, let's say, not the women themselves?. Her arms kept her stabilized as she jerked my cock in between bobbing her head up and down. After a few minutes I felt her jerking me off more slowly. I continued licking her pussy and I heard her moaning, until her moans became muffled. With her legs and body on top of me she had me pinned to the table, but I looked down, past her tits to another set of two legs standing in front of Liz. As her hand continue to stroke my cock, I saw her mouth open as she took her ex husband into her mouth. "She blushed and said her name was Megan but her friends called her Megs."You're gorgeous too, Rosie, please don't think I hadn't noticed." I said, running my eyes up and down her svelte figure, showing her developing body to perfection in that outfit."Thank you." she said and blushed too.They were obviously not used to being given compliments."Well come on in then, let's go and have some fun."They both giggled, and tried get into the front seat together. I suggested it might be more. I want to tell everyone who thinks only a muscular body can give you pleasure. Giving pleasure is an art and everyone won’t have that.So this widow lady’s name will be changed in the story as she doesn’t want to reveal true identity. She had asked me to name her as Riya. So after mailing for one whole month. She was ready to meet. She mentioned a café in her office locality. She was hiding her identity as a man until I met her in the café.Once I reached the café I was searching for the.