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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. 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.

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. 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. Expression (Optional mood/title along with your name) Examples: (happy, sad, The Joyful, etc.) help)Oh, I don’t know,” she replied. “You seemed to measure up quite well when I got into the compartment!” Oh!” was all I could manage in response. Fortunately, I collected my thoughts fairly rapidly and smilingly exclaimed, “What a wonderful profession. I would love to be your faithful employee”. Then I decided to venture further, and asked, “If it isn’t an impertinent question, are you wearing a full or half-length slip?”

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. 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.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.” She claimed: "I have friends whose husbands tut and complain if they've put on a bit of weight. I could never put up with that. It's got to be total adoration or it's never going to work for me. I turned and looked at the length of plumbing in question. “It would certainly put mine to shame!” I said, rather daringly. 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”.