"Oh no, she's okay in bed, but there's something lacking." What's that?" Annette inquired as she brought us both some coffee from my kitchen."Well don...t think me a pervert or anything, but Joyce won't wear pantyhose for me." You're kidding? Right?" Nope, not in the least. I really enjoy seeing a classy lady wearing pantyhose and high heels. Really puts the steam into these old pipes of mine, if you know what I mean."Annette's face turned pink as she blushed with embarrassment."Well I can't. And started to feel a bit horny , I told the boys I was going to take the women to a hotel so we could fuck and suck without being interrupted by the k**s when they woke up , and asked them to watch them when they did. my one buddie said he would and off into the house I went to get the girl and pack a few play toys for our outing . iwas getting stuff together like vibrators and xxx discs to play at the hotel room to get the mood going . she was ready and so was I a few hours out without the. :)It’s been a few years since I last saw Regina. Much had happened in the meantime, including our marriages. But we remained in contact, sporadically, often only by rumors. Since we were both in the same circles, we occasionally even met a few times. I'd seen her once at Harlequin Ball in Rome, and later at Club Domino in Amsterdam. She always looked good and she was never alone.Who would ever have expected that elegant and accomplished woman to begin her life in the gloomy dungeons of the. Summer was progressing into a deep warmlate July haze and I was seeing less and less of my parents. There bigproject was becoming all consuming. I avoided Monique for a few days,not sure of my feelings. All my thoughts were jumbled as I tried tofigure out what was next, for her and for me. I was scared but alsoenthralled by what we had been doing. I never felt that kind of sexualattention from anyone and I was secretly becoming addicted to the thrillof wearing woman's clothes. My thoughts.