She wore jeans. Under her jeans she put on a pair of seamed, black hold ups but no pants. Her top half was naked under a short winter coat.We followed... the directions and arrived at what we thought was our destination, a car park along a country lane. However, there was only one car and no occupants in sight. We left the car park and continued along the lane. About a mile further down the road was a second car park with about 10 cars and vans parked in it. This looked more promising.We sat in. And believe you me, there was more than one difference between the two husbands. Traddles was pudgy and bespectacled, and had lost most of his kinky hair?Milos was a handsome Greek?yes, quite easy on the eyes!?It was really interesting, Gertie, ?Rethea said, as she held her cup out to be filled with Earl Grey. ?I was quite amazed when Trad asked me to dominate him when we first married in ‘73m but by 1980, I’d gotten quite used to having this servile, cunt-lapping human bank account looking. Batgirl was ready to roll.Closing the small brick door before heading down the freight elevator, Batgirl took a fleeting last look at the unworn gown draped across her bed.“Another night, Babs.” she sighed to herself.Two minutes later the Bat-Cycle roared into the warm night air, exiting one of the maze of interconnecting alleys behind her building. Her gold and purple cape flapped in the breeze as she headed toward the waterfront. Batgirl loved the feel of the wind in her face, almost as mush. He placed his palm between my shoulder blades, grabbing my waist with his other hand, and slowly forced me over the foot stool. I could feel the juices from my excited pussy trailing down my legs, as Danny placed his hands on my arse cheeks and spread them as far as he could. "Tell me what you want." He positioned his cock at the entrance of my tender pussy. "I want you inside me." I submitted, but not enough. He began rocking back and forth, pushing his cock against my tight youthful.