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Investments control

... through when I saw movement opposite me. One leg started bending at the knee but was hampered by the narrow skirt, so without further ado, Mrs Detroit pulled up her skirt so she could get her leg into the position she wanted. When she was finished, she pulled out a woman's magazine and flipping through the pages. I looked up at her and had to stop my jaw hitting the floor. I could see right up her skirt, all the way to paradise and right away it was obvious her panties were the bottom half of the matching set. The sheer black fabric hid nothing and even in the dim light I could see a nice darker patch, indicating her bush. The page flipping quickened. It was hard to believe she was actually reading anything at all, because the pages were being turned over in a manner that definitely signalled impatience. My problem was how my body, was reacting to all this visual stimulation. She had to know I could see her knickers but a quick glance at her face revealed nothing. She kept flicking the pages over one by one. However when I checked out her chest, her nipples told another story. They were more erect than the last time I looked at them. My cock was painfully hard. Bent over as it was, it was pressing into my flies and was getting really uncomfortable as my excitement grew. I just had to do something about it. Checking to see if I was being watched I subtly moved my hand between my thighs and began trying to massage my erection into a more agreeable position. "Jesus Ziggy, you ...

... took you time," Andrea exclaimed. "For a moment I thought you were gay." I looked at her, stunned. "You, you..." "Of course! Here let me help you with that," she said hungrily. She righted herself on her hands and knees and began crawling towards me. My breathing snagged in my throat. Her feminine hand began rubbing over my hard cock which from my point of view, only made things worse. It was now fully erect and actually quite painful in this position. Luckily for me Andrea knew what she was doing. Kneeling between my outstretched legs she was undoing my flies and reaching for her prize. She pulled my eight and a half inches free and studied it. "Impressive," she said knowingly and winked. "But do you know how to use it, Mr Music man?" "Why don't you find out," I said and tried not to sound eager. "Oh, I intend to Ziggy, but right now I want to taste you. God knows I've waited long enough." Her tongue flicked across my helmet as she pulled my foreskin down over my purple coloured dome. "Mmmm, delicious!" Her tongue continued lapping up my pre-cum and then she tried inserting it into my piss-hole. A shiver ran down my spine as she masturbated and teased my cock at the same time. Next I watched her barely made up lips engulf my prick and glide over the bulbous end. With a plop, she stopped her oral administrations and looked at me. "Why don't we take off your jeans. I'm sure you'll be a lot more comfortable,” and giggled like a young girl. Not wanting to do anything that could ...