“I would love to,” she responded. “They’re impractical though.” “Impractical?” “For work. Skirts ride up. I have to stand up and sit... down a lot, sometimes bend down at filing cabinets,” she explained. His hand continued to be busy under her skirt. “I guess it could be a heart stopping moment for some guy,” he commented. “Anyway,” she told him, “you wouldn’t want anyone looking up my skirt and seeing my stockings would you? You know what men are like with a glimpse of stocking!” For a. I look anguished at him and I say, "Sorry man, I couldn’t' help it". He laughs as he reaches for it and as he wipes it with his fingers he says, "No problem lil’ dude, it just tells me how hot you think I am. You can bust your nut anytime you want with me.” He scoops a large amount of my cum with two fingers and then pulls me back down on him, his hand goes around and behind me and I feel his fingers press between my ass cheeks, wet and warm from my own jizz. His fingers rub the cum around my. At first we invited a girl she met for a threesome; it was really fun, but I found it a bit hard to divide my attention equally. I wanted to let Tara know that I loved her, but not neglect the other girl... it was a fun night but not the best we’ve had. We’ve also tried orgies where there’s 6 to 10 people in the house, and that was really fun but less intimate. There was something about it that reminded me of drunken parties at college where everyone’s kissing everyone... and then we discovered. She snarled,"That's two days work. It blister'ering melted; its crap. I want to play with this stuff, not have to run all over dirtside trying to find the stuff that coherently glues. Besides," she added slyly, "you're behind on the yard reports; and we are starting to get items coming by secure transport requiring signature. I've decided! We need a 'gofer'; female; can handle small vessels; understands record keeping, red tape and such; can keep secrets and generally keep busy."Rather.