”“How dare he!” Stella pounded on the wood table. “Pan, you find the pitchforks, I'll light the torches.”“It wasn't simply what he said. I...t's who he said it to.”“Whom?” “His friends. Who I was trying to be cool with. But now I look like a dumb old lady.”Stella put her arm around my shoulder. “That's not fair.”“I know, right?”“You are our dumb, old lady.”I shrugged off her arm.“Okay, you are not dumb,” Stella clarified.I said nothing to my best friend.“Honey,” Pan asked with care, “is it. Or why I was here now. "A pleasure, Milady Lisa, my name is Andrew. Mistress is inside and waiting,if you please." His voice was a rolling musical tenor. He stepped back fromthe door and swept his arm in a gesture of welcome. I stepped inside. He closedthe door, then walked around me. "If you would follow me, please." I did, andsaw that my earlier assumption was right, he was wearing nothing but the leatherpants…they were too tight and too low cut to be covering anything buthim, and he wore no. He got down on his knees and hugged her around the legs. His nose in her crotch, as he reached up her leg and rubbed her wetness through her white lace panty. She was overcome with her own passion for him that she could barely stand. He pulled the straps down the back of her shoes and threw them to the side. She moaned quietly as his finger moved inside of her panties and played with her clit. He felt her puffy, wet center and he wanted her taste so bad. He picked her up and laid her in the. I knew this was forever.We slowly made our way to Debbie's bedroom as a trail of our clothing was left in our torrid wake. Debbie let go of my embrace to light three candles in the bedroom as she quickly fell back in the safety of my arms. There, I took in the inspiring full view of my aunt's provocative, hour glass figure. The light cast from each candle lit her supple flesh in such an erotic style. Her golden-brown, full figured outline amazed me... those sweeping legs, glossy and thick. How.