You look cute in pantyhose."I scowled and looked around the room for my ski pants. I wanted to cover up quickly and be done. As I moved, the feeling o... the material pressed against my skin was like fingers massaging -- much smoother and silkier than my $50 ones. The truth I couldn't deny was that I liked it. I didn't like the truth, but the feeling of the nylons. "Go on," she whispered. "I'm watching."I pinched, pulled the tights away from my skin, tugged upward and let it snap back. I must. I then pull my cock out of your mouth and get you to the edge of the bed. “Get on your knees you sexy slut” I tell you. You get on your knees and spread your legs in anticipation of my cock entering you. As my hard cock slides in you let out a low moan. I start off gently fucking you. “Fuck me harder. I like it deep and hard” you pant. I watch as my cock slides in and out of your pussy, your breasts swinging to and fro. As I fuck you I lubricate a finger and insert it up your bum. This. I knew they were mainly a scam to get money for you to talk to people who half the time were not real, and that even if I was able to connect with a real person, I would probably never have the balls to actually meet someone. Still, it was a nice fantasy in my sex starved brain to have no strings fun. I didn’t think I’d ever given my mobile number, and usually came to my senses and deleted accounts and profiles before I wasted too much money. Maybe I had been careless though….“Do you have many. It was the middle of the week and we thought the course would be deserted. We started drinking heavy and we were really getting a good buzz on. Jack and Ron talked into taking our shorts off, we had golf skirts on and were flashing beaver shots to everyone. Four old men caught up with us and were making small talk as Jane and I putting. I was lining up my shot and showing my snatch to everyone when Ron said out loud that I would suck cock for fifty bucks. Two of the men took out money and I.