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But such was not Kelly's plan. I was so into her lush, tasty globes, that when she suddenly pulled away from me and abruptly stood up, I was lost....my mind searching for reasons as my hands searched for her flesh. I looked up at her, my eyes brimming with disappointment. She simply stood there smiling, hands on hips, almost gloating down at me. She then bent down further and ran her hand up one leg, tracing the stocking seam from the back of her heel up her calf Young Bald Pussy and thigh all the way to the support band, agonizingly, erotically slowly. Licking her lips, she purred a simple, "Here boy," and I broke all land speed records climbing out of my own chair and sprinting across the room. She laughed heartily at my eagerness. "Kneel down right there," she said, pointing to a spot directly in front of the chair - but several feet from it - and exactly midway between her knees. "Now, dear boy....I'm going to give you an extremely large taste of nylon. Your tongue on my knee was just the tip of the iceberg. There is so much more nylon to be savored, don't you agree?" I nodded dumbly, my eyes locked on legs and nylons, and trying to probe upward to where those thighs met.Young Bald Pussy
"Would you like that?" she asked, already knowing the answer. All I could do was nod like a drunken jester. I didn't seem to have enough breath for words. She sat back comfortably in the chair, folding her arms behind her head. Her outstretched leg placed her wiggling foot directly in front of me...less than a foot from my chin. As she wiggled and twisted her foot teasingly, I noticed just how sheer the nylon was, for I could see each pink, painted toenail almost as clearly as if no nylon covered it at all, except when the movement of her toes brought the slightly thicker seam over them. We call them shopaholics, a sort of humorous term of endearment, as far as we're concerned. Free Wet Pussy Pics We don't mean any real harm by it. I suppose it's the same way women feel about our fascination with sports or the television remote. It's something we men just have to learn to live with. Still, the fear strikes deep and frigid. There's no horror movie or novel that can strike as much fear into a man's heart as a woman with plastic money spending a day at the mall, is there?Young Bald Pussy
While I know full well that Kelly isn't your typical mall addict, I still ded her one sunny Saturday last month when she announced plans to zip on over to the local mall and "shop away the day." I used all the usual shopaholic quips and comments, asking her politely not to send us to the poorhouse, telling her that if she shopped too long and with too much conviction we might have to take out a second mortgage to pay for her spree. I had my own chores to do, errands to run and whatnot, so I eschewed the mall thing and stayed home to work my poor knuckles to the bone, making only short, out of house trips to pick up whatever supplies I needed.
I lay back on the bed, daydreaming about eating her sexy pussy once again.I rang the front door bell of the huge house. The sound echoed inside. I heard footsteps approaching the door and the door quickly opened. Catherine stood at the door looking as beautiful as I remembered her. She was dressed in a white bikini, a thin cotton wrap around her waist.