] I say ‘I don’t mind a little promiscuity here and there, but sport fucking? She must have really gone off the deep end.’ Leigh says ‘It was...even worse than that. She couldn’t get a man to pay attention to her unless she offered to fuck him. Even though she practiced safe sex, she felt fundamentally flawed. She wanted to be attractive, wanted to be intimate with someone, but all she got is used.’ All of this discussion of Lisa had distracted me from what was instinctual the week before,. "No," I croaked. "Don't."He lay still, supported on his elbows, his weight on my hips and thighs, still in me, but no longer moving. I could feel the slick wetness of his semen, leaked out from our exertions and from my desperate pullback. I will always feel the wetness we made our first time together. It was not all him, not close; I had added my share."Are you all right?" Please stop asking me that," I pleaded.He remained motionless, penis wilting and thankfully, easing out of me. I. There were lots of vintage nylon panties.I was getting so excited fondling all these silky nylon panties. It reminded me of when I was young sneaking into my moms panty drawer. I would hold up a pair and admire the panties and then put them in my basket. I found a white pair of nylon briefs. They looked rather large. The tag was faded but looked to be from the 60's or 70's. Because they looked so big I could see my self slipping these Nylon brief panties on and making a tent in them from my. . but then didn’t push it ... didn’t force it ... didn’t demand it.The woman in her loved that honest attention. Men looked at her in the grocery store all the time. She was aware of that. She knew what they were thinking, as they stared at her breasts instead of her face. They weren’t honest about it, though. They made polite conversation, as if they weren’t thinking about her breasts. It was one of the reasons she didn’t trust men.Her conscious mind made a decision, there in the dark. She’d.