I should mention that the mini wasn’t limited to nurses; any lady working in the healthcare profession was liable to work in a mini. The photograph above: dental hygienists from 1970. But when I looked up at her with fear in my eyes, – real fear of losing her, she smiled sexily and murmured softly, “It’s alright, Ivan, dear. Cunt is a lovely word when we say it together, and I’m pleased that you like my cunt, even though you can’t see it all yet.” However, she does not act like a dominatrix in the bedroom, confessing: "I'd be hopeless, continually asking, 'Oh dear, does that hurt? I'm so sorry'. Maybe I'm just too innocent. The lovely lady squeezed my hand gently and held it for a while. “I’m very pleased to meet you,” she said. “My name is Veronica, how far are you going?”

I was amazed at her self-assurance, and that gave me extra confidence to let go and enjoy her wonderful gifts.

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With all the peppy jumping that cheerleaders do, short skirts could create quite a view for the crowds. It’s no surprise that many cheerleading uniforms switched to shorts in the years to come. Expression (Optional mood/title along with your name) Examples: (happy, sad, The Joyful, etc.) help)

The train drew into the station and we alighted onto the platform. I turned to face her but she placed a finger on my lips and smiled, “You’re not going anywhere, Ivan. You are coming with me.” With that she put her arm through mine and we walked out of the station. Plenty of room in here,” said an assertive but warm, female voice. As I opened my eyes properly I saw that the owner of the voice was a fresh, vibrant looking lady, old enough to be experienced, yet youthful in her demeanour. As she stepped up into the compartment her gaze seemed to focus directly on my trousers which contained a slowly subsiding and unrelieved erection. I blushed. She smiled, mischievously. Oh, I’m going all the way, to the end of the line, to spend a few days with an old friend,” I answered. But I know men like the whole strappy thing of suspenders, so I'll wear them. In fact, thinking about it, I've actually worn them with nothing but a pair of shoes in bed before." I was naturally hesitant but Veronica sensed my nervousness and said, “It’s quite alright, nobody can see, and, in any case I feel comfortable with you, and instinctively trust you,” and she smiled reassuringly.During the 1950s, cheerleader dresses extended well below the knee. By the end of the 1960s, they were well above mid-thigh. Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your Oooooh!” I gasped, “That feels unbelievable, like nothing I’ve ever felt before, but I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”

Notice: Copies of your message may remain on this and other systems on internet. Please be respectful.It was with great relief that I clasped her bottom, and it was so natural that I pulled her engorged, cunt mound towards my lips. Her hot, hairless cunt tasted so good, and then, as she spread her legs still wider, at last I saw her cunt in all its glory! My goodness it was so beautiful, the most beautiful cunt I’d ever seen, and her erect clitty was bright, shiny wet, and obviously fully aroused. With my tongue I instinctively began to pleasure her lovely, stiff clitty, until all of a sudden she gasped, “Oh God, I’m going to cum”.

I've never understood that whole dripping chocolate on someone. I can see how if you're with someone you're not particularly interested in, then using food as a prop might help. But food with sex just doesn't do it for me." Oh, that’s just another name for it,” she explained. “In my profession I get used to using a variety of different expressions for things.” What a beautiful spring day,” she said. “The sap seems to be rising all over the place.” I swear she winked when she said it. I got up, carefully, and walked across and closed the door. “Oh thank you,” she said. What a charming gentleman.”Wow, what an amazing woman,’ I thought. Veronica clearly loved our intimate underwear, too, and she obviously understood the gentle art of underwear seduction more than any other woman I’d ever known. As we were both ardent lovers of underwear, that was an enormous extra thrill that made everything so extra-special. I turned and looked at the length of plumbing in question. “It would certainly put mine to shame!” I said, rather daringly. This slip stops at the waist,” said Veronica, provocatively raising the hem of her light, summer skirt. “It has beautiful lacy detail and a rather exciting slit on one side.” Then, leaning forward she drew my hand towards her and said, “Would you like to feel how smooth and silky it is?” Then, the other old favourite, “Would you mind if I slipped off my shoes?” as she revealed a beautiful, dainty pair of feet, adorned in sheer, silky nylon that cried out to be kissed and caressed. No harm in dreaming, I suppose. No, no harm in dreaming and no harm in the throbbing bulge that was developing in my soft cotton underpants. Unfortunately the development taking place in my underpants had distracted my senses, for the next thing I knew was that the train had drifted to a halt and the door of my compartment swung open. Underwear is so beautiful,” she murmured really lovingly. “I can tell that you are a true lover of underwear, and I love your beautiful, full-fitting white underpants, too. They are just the sort of underpants that I adore, and I even have a collection of my own, traditional, soft white cotton underpants for my own secret pleasures, so we are very well met, aren’t we, Ivan?”