He had never looked at his sister like that and now, despite the fact that he had just jacked off, he found his cock stirring again. He was imediately...shocked at the thought. She trusted him and here he was getting hard at the thought of fucking her magnificent pussy.He was about to leave the room when he heard her stir and moan. Instantly he got harder. He looked back at her and noticed how hard her nipples were and how he could see her pussy dripping on the bed. She was horny! Now he really. Blindfold? This IS new! as I think of a vanilla couple using a blindfold to "kinkify" their boring night of scheduled Wednesday sex. Lastly, He places headphones over my ears and Sir tells me to say my Safe Word. I ask, "What?" He repeats, "I want to hear you practice your Safe Word." I quickly but in a bewildered tone say, "um, mushroom?" He repeats, "mushroom" and cups the earphones over my ears and white noise rushes into my brain. At this point, I was erotically charged with my body only. I tried to move my hands to close the curtains, but my right hand couldn’t let go of my hard cock. My left hand was pressed against my window. Mrs. G continued walking towards her apartment, before she walked out of sight, she turned towards me and gave me a mischievous grin. She definitely knew that I saw her tits when her robe opened up. Now out of sight, I returned to my bed and focused my attention to my concrete pillar cock. I need to use the recently acquired image of Mrs.’s naked. Not for Joey. I wear thigh highs regularly because they are cooler, don’t bunch up at the waist, much easier to go pee, let alone I just feel plain old sexy in them. I love the sheer nude because they make my legs look bare and my pedicured toes shine through them. The shelter the better. Makes those that would stare if I had on stockings or not. Although I do mwear pantyhose for other occasions, I’ve heard it said, by a man, of course, that they are only good for a two headed bank robber. My.