Liz Gordon

they jutted out of the crotch less panties made her wet and her own warmth was far more intense then any a bright sunny day could offer her. She walked down the street and smiled at the people she passed, an old man who leered at her, a sweet grand-motherly old woman who said hello. She smiled at all of them and held in the giggle as her stiff nipples rubbed against the inner lining of her coat. Her heavy breasts swaying freely inside the cover of her outer garment She reached into her pocket and found the remote control there and smiled. As she walked down the stairs to the subway, she refrained from starting yet.She always was so tempted to start to soon and that just ruined it all in the end. Timing was everything. The train