1. A Day In The Life of Polly (Morning)


    Date: 10/28/2016, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: leotardlust, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    panties, sometimes satin white with black pretty pollys over the top and my boots. Then it's a tight black sweater and my purple tartan short pleated skirt. Before I pop into town for a coffee I instruct the caretaker to take my bike to mine when he's finished his shift and enjoyed my shorts and to lock it up. As I turn to leave he's already sniffing the saddle of my bicycle, the dirty shit. It's just a little walk to the local cafe but I enjoy the thrill of prancing down the street in these clothes with my shoulder bag, knowing that my shiny legs, my short skirt, boots and the dirty smile on my face is being checked out. On one occasion one taxi driver yelled out 'Take off your tights and sit on my mouth, you slut' to which I replied, 'Don't you ever get bored of me farting on you!' His friends whooped and laughed at the embarrassed driver. 'Besides, ' I added 'the last time I checked you were wearing my tights!' If I can help it I normally find a spot in the cafe where I can position myself where I'm able to cross and uncross my nyloned opaque legs and give a panty peek to some unsuspecting lucky punter, as I enjoy coffee and a spot of salad. I'll complete the break with a little window shopping and sometimes I'll pop into a department store and stock up on pantyhose. 12-1pm On the roof of the department store is a car park where my boyfriend's father meets me while he's on his lunch break. He doesn't seem to get time to eat lunch as we get in the back seat and spend the ...
    entire hour french kissing. The only break we have is for me to apply more lipstick. I really enjoy the affair we're having. We got together one night when me and my bf stopped over at his house and I caught him one afternoon with a pair of my silky red panties over his face, wanking himself silly. It turns him on to hear me call his wife a 'fat smelly cow' in between the kissing, as he strokes my nyloned thighs and rubs my knickered crotch. 'Imagine if your dear wife and son knew what were getting up to,' the mean bitch in me often teases him. He's so pathetic in a way. He once got me to wear his wife's big panties over my face as I sucked his cock and told him to leave his wife for me until he came. I didn't have the heart to tell him that the tape we used was their wedding video. Oh well. I guess she'll find out one day. 1.30-3.00 Once I'm back at home it's time for my riding session. It's off with my skirt and on with my skintight cream riding jodphurs, helmet, jacket and rubber boots. I'd like to say that I go to the farm near my place to help out the girls in the stables but the only riding I do is to the randy farmer, when I straddle my jodphur ass against jodphur crotch and ride the shit out of him. 'I'm fucking riding you!' I call out, as I bob up and down, my helmet usually sliding about, until he pipes his hot spunk over my ass through his jods. There's almost certainly a big damp patch on the seat of my jods when I get up. As an added bonus and because the randy ...
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