Sneaking Up On Margaret

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Sneaking Up On MargaretIt was Sunday, and Pst was up early to help the minister with the morning service. Margaret made breakfast for the three of us, and told me I could stay home an relax due to the fact I wasn’t a member of their religion. Pat left, and Margaret poured herslef another cup of coffee, and sat down at the table with me. In a soft and warm tone, she said, “Trev…what has been goin on between us may or may not be strictly moral, but I want you to know that it has made me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt in my 56 years of life – and certainly since Pat’s grandfather and I divorced twelve years ago.” I felt my face redden, but said, “It makes me feel very good, as well, Mrs. Trask.” She sat back, and said, “You may call me Margaret…I think we know each other well enough for that.” Her tone was very warm and soothing, and her eyes were sparkling as she asked me questions about how mastubating with her lingerie and touvhing her body made me feel. I know I was beet red as I treid to answer without stammering. She was wearing a very sheer mint green, short nylon robe, which had a belt closure. Her full breasts were clerly visible under the thin fabric, and when she got up to get a cigartee from the counter, I noticed she was wearing a light colour panty under it. I was dresed only in a pair of thin cutoff sweatpants, and my penis had already started to grow. When she sat back down, the robe had pulled apart across her shest, and I could see the curve of her ample left breast. Her nipples were poking aginst the nylon canlı bahis fabric as if to tease me to touch them. She finished her smoke and coffee, then got up and bent over to give me a kis on the forehead, saying, Oh..I need to get upstairs and get dressed for services.” As she did, her right breast touched my cheek, and I could feel its warmth and smell her perfume. My penis was fully erect as I watched her walk out of the kitchen.I sat at the table wondering what I should do to relieve the sexaul tension her appearance and words created in me, and decided to wait until she left, then masturbate with an item of her lingerie. I headed upstairs to lay on my bed until she left, but as I passed her room, gave a quick look inside. She was sitting on the end of her bed, wearing a light pink bra, matching medium length pink hald slip with a short slit up the left leg, and was pulling on nude colour stay-up stockings. A pink and white sleeveless summer dress and pink high heels were next to her on the bed. She was intent on getting her stockings on, and didn’t notice me pass by. I went to my room with my penis aching for release, and I heard the click of her heels on the bathroom floor. She walked back into her room, and I decided to try for another peek. As I got to the door, she was in the process of pulling the dress over her head, so I quickly came up behind her and put my arms around her from behind, cupping her large full breasts which were restrained in the pink bra. Instead of protesting, she fell abck against me, and let bahis siteleri out a quiet sigh of approval. “Did our converation in the kitchen get you aroused?”, she asked as she took the dress back off again. “Yes it did, Margaret,” I said. She turned to me and said, “I know you want to cum, but I am almost dressed, and cannot be late for services, so you mustn’t get me messy.” I drew back, and apologized, and she daid, “But…I suppose we can take care of your problem neatly.” She pulled me toward the bed, sat on the edge, and said, “You mustn’t cum on my slip…I want to wear this dress, and you have soiled all of my light-coloured slips, but you may cum on my stockings…they are easy to change.” She pulled her slip up past her stocking tops, and put her legs together. “Now then, go into my drawer and get a two pair of my silk stockings.” I did as she asked, and went back over to her. “Put one pair on the bed next to me so I can change into them, and wrap your penis with the other pair..then jack off so I can watch you,” she said. I began stroking myself as she sat under me, and after a while ahe asked, “Is there anyhting wrong?” I told her there wasn’t, and she said, “Hmmm…perhaps you need some additional stimulation.” She removed her bra, and her full breasts with their hard nipples swayed before my eyes. “Does this help?”, she asked with a smile. I nodded, and told her I wanted to cum on her breasts. She shook her head saying, “I cannot go to services with you all over me…you will be able to do that another bahis şirketleri time.” I nodded in understanding, and continued to stroke with her stockings over my penis. “Should I put my heels on?”, she asked, and before I could reply, she stepped into them. “I think I will have you cum on my heels sometime soon, too,” she said, “Would you like that?” I nodded, and she said, “Your fetishes are very sensual and things I have never before experienced…I must wear some of my girdles for you, too.” She glanced at the bedside clock, and lifted her breasts with both hands. I looked at that sight, how her thighs looked with the stockings over them, and the round curve of her belly under the pulled up slip, and exploded into her stockings. My ejaculation was so powerful, I became dizzy, and fell onto her on the bed. “Oh…I wanted you to shoot all over the stockings I’m wearing, but it’s O.K.” She lay next to me for a couple of minutes and said, “If you can do that once more, I want you to cum on my legs, but I have to hurry.” I was so aroused, my penis was still hard, so I took the soaked stockings off, and began to jerk again. She was on her back and told me to straddle her legs. In what seemed like only a few seconds, I was ready again, and she said loudly, “Shoot your load all over my legs !!” I blew four thick ribbons of semen up her legs and thighs, and she moaned with delight. “Wow…not a drop anywhere else…you are a very good k**,” she said. I rolled off of her and she let me lay there as she changed stockings and put her dress back on. A quick makeup and hair touch up, and she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She turned in the doorway and said, “By the way…feel free to explore my lingerie drawers while i’m gone…you may find things in their you like.

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