Tutti gli over 30 Diana P

She reminds me of Debra, the sluttiest woman I’ve ever known. She had a terrible reputation and had had an abortion after a colleague banged her up and 1 of my friends had a photo of her on his phone. In this she was bent over her desk while her skirt was pulled up. She did have a good backside. The ladies and gents were next to each other so as I stepped out and she stepped out it wasn’t a surprise. When she asked if I’d heard her weeing as she could be loud I replied in the negative. I’d actually been having a wank over her friend Sue. We’ll, she said, I’ll be in here at 11 tomorrow morning if you’d like to join me. See you tomorrow I said. I was in position the next morning with my trousers down and a stiffy in my hands when the outer and inner doors of the ladies opened, closed and the seat clattered down. My god she was loud, it was like a waterfall. I came swiftly and dressed. As I walked out Debra was there in black skirt, tights, shoes and a white blouse. Thanks, I said, that was great. Pleasure, she replied. See you tomorrow. This went on for 3 days. On the 4 th day she was waiting outside for me. Hi, she simpered, thought this might help and handed me a plastic bag. We entered our respective facility and I peeked in the bag. Bingo, a pair of black, lacy knickers. Picking them out it was obvious they’d been worn. I could hear her urinating as I pulled them over my head. The scent was intoxicating and I hardened and came to the lobster smell of Debra’s pussy. I cleaned myself up using her pants and put them back in the bag. She was waiting as I exited and handed her the bag. She giggled and asked if I’d enjoyed myself. I said yes and that she should probably wash her gift. She giggled again and said, probably not. The next week she added a pair of black lace topped hold ups which slid over my erection beautifully. I shot my load with her knickers over my head and her stocking over my cock. She loved this and we continued for the rest of the week. The following Monday she met me with a whispered, no pants today as I’m on my period. She handed over a bag that was heavier than usual. Sitting on my throne I found a pair of black patent court shoes, size 6. My favourite. I sniffed 1 shoe and shot my load into the second. I popped them back in the bag and handed it back to her. She giggled and asked if I enjoyed it. I said yes. She took the shoes out of the bag and placed them on the floor. She slipped her shoes off and slipped the soiled ones on. As her stockinged feet hit my pool of jism she sighed, said thank you and strutted off. That was our last encounter as she moved on to a new target.

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