I smile back as she uncrossed her legs and sits with them a little bit further apart than usual. I begin to stare as she opens them a little further a...nd I can see all the way to the top of her thighs. She is definitely wearing pantyhose not stockings and I think she has panties over the top. She gets up and goes to the ladies. I sit and finish my drink and wait for her to come back. She returns from the ladies but doesn't go back to her booth, but passes right past my table. As she passes she. Schaffer felt Osha stop, then lower him into the snow. He ducked under her cloak to see the outpost a short distance away. It was surrounded by snow drifts and covered in hanging icicles, the massive satellite dish protruding from the roof through the constant blizzard of airborne powder that was blown by the winds. It looked like some kind of steel monument in this desolate, windswept wasteland.The pack seemed unsure, waiting for Schaffer to lead them to an entrance. What must this place look. “Ok,” he said nodding slowly, almost as if he were reconsidering. “What time are your parents returning?” “Not for a couple of hours.” “Good. Very good.” I put the laptop on the floor as he removed his jacket and tie and neatly placed them on my chair. He sat on my bed, gently removing the bed sheet from my chest. Tenderly, he fondled my breasts, circling my nipples with his fingers. “If you want me to stop, just tell me,” he whispered. He licked my nipples and I jolted from the sensation as he. I am of course referring to intimate and revealing, for the sole purpose of making men react to their nudity. It's all so simple today, something is lost in the translation, be it the eroticism, or the physical contact, but what the hell, I am not complaining, I mean I have posted thousands to lonely desperate men, and watched as they wanked themselves, and gave my image a good 'Painting', which is just another word for 'Cheating', I suppose.It's all impersonal, that's why women in their.