I spent far too many nights rubbing hot pussies through the stiff covering of a long legged girdle to suit me.I spent far too many nights rubbing hot pussies through the stiff covering of a long legged girdle to suit me. Cindy was a good girl too. But luckily for me her mother wasn't about to make her wear a girdle. Let's face it, the girl was tall and slim, and it just didn't make sense to make her wear some old girdle. It would be another 20 years or more before she'd have any need for anything like that. Maybe it came naturally to her, I dont' know, but Cindy moved her legs in ways that other women never even dreamed of moving them. They were long and extremely shapely, and to watch her cross them was a thing of beauty, even when she was fourteen. She would move them so fluidly and if you listened hard you could hear the swish of the nylon as the upper leg moved slowly and sensuously against the lower one. She would cross them, and then turning her foot to the side and tucking it over to the left, she would place her other foot behind that one, crossing her ankles as well as her knees. Invariably when she did that her dress would stand out a bit at the sides, and sitting across the room from her I could almost always steal a glimpse of her garters and the tops of her stockings. |