She was a very clever girl,worked as technician in a plastic surgery unit--she was like a supernurse and did things like tattooing nipples on mastecto...my patients,lasering tattoos off and things like that. Me--I'm just a thicko whoworks in a shop selling electronic components--so why she fancied me inthe first place, I'll never know. I mean I'm not very tall, about fiveeight, and skinny as a rake--I do a bit of long distance running forexercise--done the London Marathon twice, but it's getting. There was little evidence of subtlety though about the black miniskirt and heels she was wearing. Although she was not very tall, her legs were made to look very long through impossible black heels which crafted the most delightful shape into her calves. As my eyes looked further north I could take in all of her ladylike, yet muscled thighs, the tops of which were only just hidden by her skirt. The skirt did two things perfectly. It left you aching to see the tops of thighs and that special. “These are the fun bits,” Talsy reached under Raylea’s arm and squeezed and jiggled a single thick breast. Raylea’s nipples were out and strong. I reached under her other arm and squeezed. She moaned prettily. Almost wholesomely. I turned to Sherry.“Tie her hair up. I want to see her face,” I said.“Oh, OK, I can do that first.” Sherry dropped her shirt back over her bra. She went to the corner of the sinks where she had apparently stashed her purse for an elastic.“My face?” Raylea looked up.. My body on fire, my pussy pulsing and wet inside my panties. I cannot get enough of this man. Shane keeps me pinned to the wall as he pulls at my skirt, lifting it up, wanting access to my pussy. I moan and open my legs for him as his hand pulls my panties to the side and he grabs my pussy and squeezes it hard. I moan loud, shocked by the roughness of him. I am loving it and wanting more. He groans as his hand is met with my wetness for him. He suddenly slams a finger into my dripping pussy. I.