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Surprisingly, she turned round and suggested I wear a pair of stocking, elastic stay-ups, as a garter belt would look bumpy under the silk.'OK' I enthused, 'I'm waring my thong, so that wont show' I added. 'She stopped, turned, and said as matter of factly as you can, 'Why bother love, you are a woman now, dont, go commando it's refreshing', laughed and walked out.WoW I though, naughty auntie, perhaps I have inherited my genes from her side of the family. I smiled inwardly as I kicked-off my knickers and turned admiring my profile in the mirror, noting the curvaciousness of my bottom and the flatness of my tummy.Slipping the stockings on they felt really cool and terribly sexy. I felt so nude, naughty, and desirable all rolled into one.The stocking tops were visable just above the seductess slit in the dress and sitting on the chair I noted just how far up my dress need to be in order to expose them.I entered the room noting all the males were in their 50's, so compliments were being. She gasped and turned open mouthed, just enough so that I could see a surprised but mischievous smile on her lips and with a laugh she squirmed her well rounded hips and buttocks against me deliciously, causing my cock to strain against the crease formed by her pussy and the thin nylon of her swimsuit. As the bus resumed its lumbering, jerking progress with the mass of people in the back of the bus crammed tightly, shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip, her pretty blond friend who was pressed into my side could just see the progress of my hand, still palming her friend’s stomach as it moved downward across the dark-haired girl’s oily, sun warmed skin. The blond girl licked her lips, her jaw slightly dropped in riveted amazement as my fingertips dipped into her buddy’s navel and moved under the bikini bottom to cup the girl’s mound. I heard an intake of breath from the blond as I gently traced and probed her friend’s slit. The dark haired girl sagged against me and with a shrug and.
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I open my eyes reluctantly, not wanting to wake up from what I think is a dream. My mouth falls open slightly, my pink lips forming a soft ‘O’ as I stare up into your eyes. My body goes tense with surprise and love sparkles in my eyes having finally seen you for the very first time since we began chatting online. I continue to lie still with your hands holding me in place. ‘Have you been here long?’ I murmur softly, staring up at you in awe. ‘No, were you sl**ping good little one?’ You reply, still staring at me and I begin to squirm slightly, worried that you see something you don’t like. I nod and whimper quietly when you slap the side of my hip, making it sting lightly. ‘I don’t believe I heard you.’ The stern tone of your voice is more of a comfort than a surprise and I nod again, murmuring meekly. ‘Yes, Sir. I was.’ A nod of approval from you brings a bright smile to my face. I wait patiently, not knowing what to expect as your hands move away from my body. ‘Assume,’ is all you.

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