She picked up the bright red latex cat suit , held it up against herself in the mirror and wondered how the hell you got into it. "Must need some sort of lubrication" she mused.
Just then ,she heard a familiar voice out side at the next chalet. " Oh wow" she thought " He's here ," I bet he could help me in to this," (Secretly she would rather he was helping her out of it)
She opened the door, popped her head outside and said to.....
Last edited by Swinging bee; 26th-January-2009 at 01:28 PM. Reason: grammar
just spray you with this creamy sauce I have made, it's very buttery with a little bit of thyme, very tasty and actually if you stuff some chicken fillets in it with you, whilst you dance it will heat up and cook and then when you get back you can have your dinner cooked and ready, cracking idea.............
So, after a good deal of heaving and stretching she did finally manage to get into the cat suit. Once on ,the mixture oozed out under the pressure, coming from round the ankles the cuffs and most disturbing off all, between her ample bosom in the, oh so low, neckline....(Do you get the picture?)
Oh my! she thought . I will have to..........
Suddenly a figure appeared before her , the figure was dressed in a silver lurex romper suit. She peered hard through the gloom, close inspection revealed a considerable "lunch box", so it was male. He spoke to her saying " "Hello my sweet, fancy seeing you here, god you look ravishing!, whats that smell?
She was all too familiar with that voice, she had shared many a moment with him in a little pillow talk. it was.........
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