An hour later I arrived at our apartment just as Stacy and her friend Jessie were leaving, and let me tell you, wow… They were both dressed like the... twin secretaries on one of those movies where most of the dialogue is moans and grunts. Stacy had told me what she was wearing before, but words didn’t do justice compared to seeing it in person. She had done just a single button on her shirt, letting her lacy black bra show up top, and her stomach with a small stud, down below. Her tight skirt. Ricardo was moving away everytime Jack went in for a body shot. The champ kept dropping his hands to protect his left and right side.Jack got a few good combinations going but Ricardo Fermin was a proud man and had a body that wouldn't quit. Jack spent most of the round chasing Ricardo. The champ was done and it seemed to be just a matter of time if Jack didn't make a mistake. The bell rang for the end of the 7th round.Cathy Reilly was watching the fight at her mother's house. It had been a. His fishing cabin had been my permanent home for the last two years. When Anne threw me out, I had nowhere else to go. The house, where we lived, had been hers before we married. Even though I paid for a remodeling job, it stayed hers after the divorce. In exchange for my repairs to her house, she didn’t challenge the ownership of my dad’s cabin. I probably got the better deal, since I got away from both Anne and her daughter. I made the move the next day. It was only on mornings when the. I ran my fingers down your body, over your skirt and down your legs before slipping your heels off and rubbing your tired feet. You relaxed back as my tongue lingered over your lovely feet and toes, licking and sucking through the thin nylon. I was so turned on, its so erotic doing this. Your toes covered in the slightly darker bit of your stockings was a sexual work of art, and I was worshiping them, with my fingers and tongue and lips. My tongue had already been deep inside two of your.