Why? I haven't a clue..but I loved the soft feel of the material and the tightness of the apron ties around me.My mothers friends would come to the ho...use nearly everyday, we lived in an industrial town, North East England and women wore aprons/pinny's all the time..this was the norm,so I had a quite a good time looking at them.Our next door neighbours, were an woman in her 60's called Mrs Frenzil, a big busted thing, tight tweed skirts, glasses, the usual matron look, and Kathy whose husband. Jenny couldn’t control the natural reaction and turned her head to his shoulder, as her body moved with the rhythm of a sensual sounding climax. He could feel his fingers being bathed in her erotic juices.“You sound so beautiful when you cum,” he said softly.“Thank you, I love you, Daddy.”The delivery boy had been watching them and suddenly announced he was going to cum. As Lisa opened her mouth, a spurt landed on her right cheek then the remaining shots landed on her tongue. Dan saw the white. ”“Is that so?”, says Keith. “You want to swallow some cum bitch?”, he asks me, an evil grin on his face.“I just want to make you all happy”, I proclaim.The doorbell rings and Keith brings the delivery guy to me. “Feed this whore your spunk and we’ll give you $200 for her pleasure.”The poor guy almost faints, then whips out his already rigid cock, “Anything to please the customer.”Twelve minutes later he is $200 richer and I have finally gotten something moist down my throat.The boys eat and. Consciously or subconsciously, she would buy feminine attire for work that would enhance her looks. Even if nothing could ever happen between her and Jon, she still wanted to look her best for him. She had long, dark brown hair that she usually left down in soft waves, and she wore clothes that showed off her curves. Lately, she wore more and more daring clothes: tops that were too tight or too low and skirts that were increasingly shorter. At her desk or around others, she would wear a.