He again asked if the pantyhose had any runs or holes. I told him they did not. He then asked how I wash them. I told him that I hand wash them even t...ough he said they could be machine washed. I seriously doubted they could be put in the washer, though I didn’t say that to him.On the third week, he called again. He asked if the pantyhose had runs or holes and I replied that they didn’t have any holes or true runs but I noticed something strange. He asked me to explain and I told him that it. We discover she does not remember the previous night of torment but she is aware her pussy is sore and she had strange dreams, awakening from one erotic dream she observed she was tweaking her nipples and that her hips were undulating. The wife got her to lean forward so she could rub her hands while I did her back causing her to lean forward more and moan, reaching around to rub her stomach her legs opened permitting my hand to squeeze her crotch increasing her moans. The wife held her wrists. My moan of pleasure echoed in my head as he did another large, broad lick. He slid a single finger into my pussy, continuing his broad flat licks. He started pulling it out, then pushing it back in. So slowly it was agonizing. His licking started to speed up and became gradually more focused on my clit. His finger curled, finding the ridge inside my pussy. He found my g-spot and started massaging it very gently. I reached down, grabbing his head and pulling it to my pussy. My breaths were. "Come on in!" Sunny steps aside and you walk into her house. She's wearing a tight top, and you can see her cleavage in the V-neck. You look down and blush when you realize she caught you looking."You like what you see?" she asks, smiling. "I was wondering when you were going to notice." I uh... I..." you stutter, blushing.Sunny bursts out laughing."You're cute when you're embarrassed," she says.You give her a dirty look and she sticks out her tongue."Do you want something to drink?" she asks..