I was helpless as I watched her straddle my lap, one large thigh oneither side of mine. I felt her hand moving my penis around below herbefore it ent...ered a vast warm wetness as she sunk upon my lap.That was when she actually did it. She purred. No fooling, sheactually purred like a kitten!For several long seconds she was still, only her sex was throbbingwith its own energy. She began to unbutton the last of her blouse,but this time she rushed and even tore off a button and ripped thesilk. . “You see Nicolas that I am well armoured againstyour forays,” she laughed.I made her stand up again and quickly divested herof the slip, pulling it up over her head andcasting it aside. Underneath it she had on what Ithink the Americans call a corselette, a foundationgarment of some silvery material that held herbreasts in pre-shaped cups and, firmly compressingher belly, reached down to the tops of her thighswhere garters with metal clips held up her blackstockings. “You see. ’ Alfie said she just had to press on – who knows, something may just click and off she’ll go. He also hoped she would be better at fucking that she was playing a guitar or apparently the piano. ‘Play me something, Alfie.’ He began playing Eric Clapton’s ‘Tears in Heaven’ slyly knowing babes were a sucker for it after listening to that haunting song, he’d play it twice. Occasionally he glanced at her, she was rapped – just a soft smile, hands on her lap, mouth moving as if singing the lyrics.. As Paula pushed my pants down to my knees, her mouth came lower to the level of my cock which was now only constrained by my cotton briefs. She reached around to cup both butt cheeks and pressed her face into my crotch. She rubbed her lips, nose and cheeks up and down my fabric covered shaft inhaling deeply. “I love a working man’s smell. It so pure and erotic,” she gasped between deep noisy inhalations. One hand cupped my swollen balls while she stoked me with the other. I felt the warm.