As I climbed off the table I began to realise that something surprising was happening. I quickly got dressed into my “cheer Steve up, dirty weekend” clothes – I’m sure you can guess – sheer black stockings and suspenders; no knickers; lacy black uplift bra; short, tight black skirt with long split; red, buttoned silk blouse and very high-heeled shoes. Xnxx It took only a few strokes and I was panting in anticipation, a few more and I was gasping with pleasure. I selected a particularly attractive one – it’s funny how your mind works when you’re feeling horny – and placed it between my thighs. It was one of those landmark birthdays for my partner, Steve. I looked back over my shoulder towards the camera with that girlie-mag pout, and clicked the remote. The flash told me my first photograph had been successful. A sign pointed along another corridor to the snooker room, and I followed it. I was sure I would be able to put that to good use too. I thought that I was doing this as a turn-on for Steve, but the wetness between my naked thighs told a different story. Sometimes men are just so predictable! I quickly got dressed into my “cheer Steve
