Admit it, you're jealous as you watch me get ready for another date, another night out on the town with a man who....isn't you. In my tight black dress, lace-patterned stockings, and shiny black heels, you're dying with desire. You stare as I pull on my high heels, and ask whether I'm wearing panties. I show you, say that I "forgot" to put them on, and I know you're going crazy with desire. You demand to fuck me before my date, so that I think about you while I'm with another man. I open my legs and tell you how to do it, and you fuck my slutty pussy with your hard young cock so that I feel it all evening. Maybe I was trying to make you jealous. Do you really think this will stop me from fucking my date? Silly boy...If you're lucky, I'll tell you all about it when I get home