It was bedtime and he went into the bedroom and asked to speakwith her. She granted his request as long as it didn't involve whyhe was wearing women's...clothes. He asked her to unlock his shoes.She told him he might as well sleep in them as she knew he reallyloved them. He didn't sleep well at all. He did think that he always didwhatevedr she said and got her whatever she wanted. He could notimagine life without her. He did fall into a fitful sleep and wassleeping deep when Betty got up. At. And it was just as hot, if not hotter than his cock. My hand started to glide more easily up and down hias shaft while his breathing got more and more ragged.He started to furiously pump our fists over his length as his hips came up to meet our joined hands. Mine not being able to even fully wrap around the thickness of his cock and then it happened. He groaned and I felt the cum rolling over my hand and knuckles as he held my hand in place over the base of his cock.At that moment it was over I. "Becky laughed and said, "I hadn't noticed. I mean it sure didn't take you long to try to get me to come to your house now did it? And you seem to have the right bait too."To his mortification Pete felt his face heat up. He quickly turned and almost trotted off. He said over his shoulder, "Well, gotta go. See ya Saturday."Becky stood watching him hurry off with a frown of her face. She wondered if she had said something wrong.When Pete got back to his friends Emily looked up and said, "There he. "What do you think? Do we need to get her pantyhose off?"Rory moaned softly in reply and increased the pressure of her body against Angelina's. The older woman's legs were spread now and Rory was beginning to thrust with her hips."I don't think so. I love the feel of her through them against me. Besides," the brunette giggled, "They're so wet right now they are hardly any barrier at all."Paris wiggled her hips in a circle, her sparse wet blonde bush never loosing touch with the older girl's.