Our eyes lock together and spark with mutual lust. Milf sex At least if he can’t make me feel sexy my dress certainly will. Without a word you smarten yourself and leave, returning to your meal. I take some time to soak up the warm glow that only a well-fucked pussy can send through a girl before straightening up my dress and re-tying the neck. In the back of my mind I know I should be faithful, a ‘good girl’, but each time I glance around I see your wanton gaze inviting me onto you and the ‘bad girl’ in me takes over. Left up to him I’d be wearing cardigans and Sunday school dresses. I know it’s wrong but I feel only a slight pang of guilt for the thoughts running through my head. My occasional glances in your direction confirm that your gaze is fixed to me, running up and down my body. He comments on the length of time I took and I decide to tell him the truth, or a heavily veiled version of it.
