In his mind’s eye he
saw Leona standing before him in her underwear, a lacy black bra and matching
panties as well as black stockings on her lovely long legs, and it really
turned him on.
He didn’t know what it
was, the black attire, or the fact that she was so prim and proper, in fact she
was the epitome of straight laced, whatever it was, it was doing it for him.
Or maybe it was
because they were in church, the church where she was the verger, or because
they were attending a funeral, but he knew he wanted her, and when he watched
her get in the funeral car and she flashed the slightest hint of stocking top
it made his cock throb like a Formula 1 engine.
He had known her for a
long time and he had never once looked at her in that way, but he was looking
now and he liked what he saw.
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