An explanation of my naivety might be that my Mum as religious and was a member of The Salvation Army. The explanation of my fascinations for nylons m...ght be from here too as all of the ladies wore black nylons and heels with their uniforms and I spent many a bored sermon looking at the array of legs and sheer nylons on offer musing on if they were tights or nylons and what type of panties they had on. It didn’t bother me that most of the women were quite mature I just loved to look. Very. In fact he stood so quietly and still the assassin only glanced at him in passing as he stepped around to flank Nilsen. What he didn't expect was Cerberus moving just as he passed by. Head moving deceptively slowly Cerberus almost casually leaned forward and clamped his jaws around the forearm of the would-be slayer, the teeth cutting through flesh like a sharp knife through warm bread. The bone offered only slight resistance as the huge animal continued to exert force on the doomed appendage.. .. Two down, two to go, excellent! ... I'm sure Hammond will appreciate the news ... Keep in touch, bye for now!' A broad smile covered the mature woman's face as she stepped elegantly back to the squirming Hammond and the group of mature women who having removed their skirts for the session, were taking turns in having the tortured wretch sniff their cunts through the damp patches in their high-waisted panties; each taunting how they were responsible for the pain he was suffering. Hortense. Jeremy had pushed himself up off his mother’s chest and was staring in pure horror down at her. His hand was pressed on her right breast so hard that she’d probably have a bruise from his urgent movement. Her own face was confused and scared, covered in sweat and stuck strands of her short mousy-brown hair. Jeremy’s mother was pretty enough. She was overweight, and her boobs were a bit lopsided, but she wasn’t a buttergolem or anything. Jeremy should count himself lucky that Petra had been too.