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The whole evening had been a sexual windup. I had returned from working abroad and hooked up with Emily who I hadn’t seen for a while, in anticipation of a night of hot horny sex. I had even brought her a promised present from Victoria’s Secret at the airport. Along with all the other men buying homecoming gifts for their wives and girlfriends, except I knew exactly which size she was and what underwear she preferred.These were a sweet, silky, pale yellow with fine lace trim, not a thong, but cut briefly at the back so they would ride up her bottom and frame her lovely istanbul travesti arse. I knew she would love them, and I couldn’t wait to see what she looked like wearing nothing else. Visions of her in all her finery passed through my horny mind. The various matching outfits she had bought, not just to please me but for her own enjoyment as much as anything.Of course she looked stunning. As we took our seats in the restaurant I could see the spark was still there.“Guess what, I’m not wearing any knickers,” she smirked.This could only mean one thing, travesti istanbul or so I thought.“Just as well I bought you some.” I handed her the cute little pink bag with the bow and the magic logo. Her eyes lit up.“I might just have to go to the ladies and put these on then.”I could only imagine how hot she must look, pulling them up over bottom, the sliding fit of silk and lace snug over her cunt. I could hardly wait to unwrap her.I could scarcely detect the outline of them as she returned to her seat with that smile | knew so well, they must have istanbul travestileri slipped right up her sweet cunt. Exactly where | wanted to tongue her randy little clit through them. (I knew that she was super sensitive and preferred the silky or lacy friction).When the perfectly served courses and a very pleasant bottle of white wine had finished, the conversation turned to what would come next, then she anticipated me. Leaning forward, Emily murmured, but probably loud enough for the two girls at the next table to hear;“I know you’re dying to fuck me senseless, and these lovely new knickers you bought me are really making me feel super horny, but I’m afraid I can’t tonight. My daughter will be at home and I would make a lot of noise!” she giggled. “Next time, when I bring a change of clothes for work I can stay at yours.”
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