I heard his pants drop and felt him spreading my cheeks. I was trembling with anticipation I had no idea how big his cock was but I wanted to feel it ...inside of me filling me up. Not knowing made it more exciting, as I waited I felt drips of my juices oozing down my legs. Then I felt warmth around my vaginal opening. A gentle teasing dip, I shivered, it was his tongue. Although I was begging for a nice hot cock, he knew what to do with that tongue. He stuck it deep inside of me and swirled, I. I imagined walking in and seeing her in the same lingerie that the photo featured--thin, black lace that revealed her pink nipples and succulent clit. Fuck it. If it's a trap, oh well., I thought.I walked through the light drizzle of rain, up some stairs, and to the door. My heart was pounding, but I worked up the courage to knock.She answered with a smile and invited me into the dimly lit room. There was a slight smell of cigarettes but nothing that could distract heavily from the beauty in. "Holy shit you're loose buddy! You take a lot of cock up here or just sit at home with a dildo?" "Both!" I replied and seen her grin. "GROSS!" She said. I told her I actually liked to be fisted and she laughed and got up and went to her bathroom and came back with some lube. She lubed her hand up and asked if I'd pay her more if she shoved her hand up my fat ass! I replied yes and she started working her tiny hand up my shithole! When her hand was inside me she asked if I could cum just from. “Oh, Chrissy? Where did you get those thigh-highs you were wearing?”Chrissy smiled enthusiastically. “Aren’t they nice? My mother got them for me in Boston. I think the store’s called ‘Ruffles’ or something like that. I really...” Her voice trailed off and a look of confusion appeared on her face. “How did you know I was wearing thigh-highs?” she asked.Jane’s mind froze solid for several seconds. Idiot, she told herself. How could you know if you hadn’t seen her with her dress off? She.