They’d both been almost as desperate as each other and as her hands had roamed through his hair, he’d dropped his own hands to her thighs, grasped...the hem of the dress and unceremoniously yanked it up to her waist. Glancing down, his blood pressure had soared even further as he’d drunk in the sight of the stocking clad thighs and pastel yellow garter belt. A small triangle of almost transparent lemon material had covered her mound and damp looking pussy, the black, curly hair peeping through. She sat up with a start lookingaround in the grey half-light of early morning. Jeffwas gone. Then an odor seemed to waif through the roomreminding her of home � her father in the morning.Coffee.She got up the T-shirt Jeff gave her just covered her.A size too big but she liked it.She went out to the kitchen, Jeff sitting at the tablereading the paper.“Morning.”“Morning.” Jeff reached up to take her in his arm tokiss her. “Want something to eat?”“Yeah,. More

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