The dating site on the web that I am on has so many men from which to pick. This one guy Tony was always asking to meet me, whenever we were both on l...ine. I was on the fence though as to whether to meet him. Tony’s cock however, was big and fat and uncut and looked like it had weight. This got him on my top five list. However the occasional had never arose since I never know when I’m free and I am hungry. Tony was fifty-two and located two cities away from where I live. He was Italian and was. As hehad presumed she was indeed wearing stockings, 'slut stockings', and hestroked her soft creamy thighs; his fingers slowly working their way upher garter straps.Michele felt the intruder reach under her skirt and stroke her stockingtops and thighs. This was not new to her and ordinarily it was pleasantintroductory foreplay before the admirer stroked her cock through herpanties.Michele hated terms like 'clitty pole, man-pussy and ass-pussy' that sometransvestites used; usually. "Muumm good morning to you two, too. Tell me, does anyone ever sleep around here?" Only what our bodies require, miss."That came from Charles as I began to look for my clothes. I was sure I left them on the suede chair, but they weren't there."May I help you, miss?" Yes, ah Betsy, have you seen my clothes? I'm sure I left them here, but as you can see they're gone." Yes, miss. I took them to the laundry while you were in the shower." But what am I to wear in the interim?" Oh ahhmum, I had. He’d thought she was ready. He hadn’t eased into her like he had Paula, because, with his fingers, he’d felt that she wasn’t as tight as Paula had been. And he’d been right, in the sense that when he slid into her, she didn’t feel pain, exactly. What she felt was the surprise and shock of being filled and stretched. She had been ready to be filled and stretched. All those anxious hours of worrying ... all that tension inside her ... all of that stopping, just when things were getting.