There were many times when I'd nab a pair of her pantyhose and take them home for jacking off into whilst thinking of her.If she'd been wearing a pair...of navy pantyhose I'd nip into the bathroom instead of her bedroom and fish them out of the laundry hamper. I'd then jack off with them wrapped around my shaft, not worrying about shooting my seed into them because I'd then quickly rinse them out and put them back into the hamper. Sometimes she wouldn't remove her pantyhose just change into her. Given my fascination with breasts, it was a fun game, but it never went beyond that. She was newly married, and then she got pregnant, and she started wearing more conservative clothes after that. There had never been any chance that I would have gotten in trouble.I was pushed even further away from getting in trouble when Tim invited my wife and I to a family holiday gathering. My wife found out that Tina's marriage had been short-lived, and she offered Tina any help she needed. Tina gave us. But I'm afeared of gittin' back under the clutches of some bastard like the one ya rescued us from." That brought on a lot of cheers an' applause, an' it took over five minutes ta git the crowd back under control.The woman continued, "Ifen we could have somebody like Jack an' Sam ta run the place an' look after us, I'd be all fer startin' up our own whore house. How 'bout it, Jack? Are ya willin' ta be our pimp?"This brought on another round of cheers an' applause that took a while ta quieten. “So, let’s settle on some basic ideas or common activities between us. Besides sex and cosplay,” I proposed.“Well, we should still attend CosCon and other conventions a lot,” Ace urged us.“Naturally, we should. Also, anyone who wants to live here with us, feel free to do so, for as long as you wish. Mi casa es su casa, just ask Konrad ... and Nikos ... and Brett ... and Sammie ... and Katie,” Jack assured us all.“And Christy and Ronnie, I hope,” Christy interjected now with a predatory smile on.