So he grabbed the hem of a greatcoat, fashioned the coarse gabardine into a cone shape and stuffed it up me like an improvised tampon and twisted it round inside my vagina while I continued to wank him. However, I knew my matching black satin short skirt, black stockings and high heels were sufficiently attention grabbing to let him see what a package I had prepared for him. Porn That’s right, James, you know how I love that – though you didn’t do it too often. “Looks like you could do with a hand, Miss,” he shouted out. Then I remembered – I wasn’t wearing a bra! What a mess. What a mess. I’m addressing you, James K, my creep of an ex-husband. So, to protect my jacked I popped it in the car before bunching my skirt up to my waist to avoid getting it soiled. Hope you’re missing milking them yourself. Don’t be too long with her, we’d need to get going.” With this final order he climbed out and disappeared.
