Watching her pull charcoal stockings up onto her silky thighs and clip them onto a lacy garter belt had made his c**k tent the bedding obscenely. She only laughed and then wiggled her a*s sexily into a navy pencil skirt that came up to the narrowest part of her waist, clinging to her figure. Next came some odd sort of doe-skin halter top which struggled to contain her breasts and left her arms bare. As she started slipping on her 'combat boots' as he liked to call them, he suddenly realised she wasn't going to be wearing any undergarments at all today. Her rather utilitarian black boots didn't really fit her outfit very well but the rest of the ensemble was so skin-tight that it didn't matter.
Now all he could think about as he walked beside her on their way to meet Michelle was that she
