It makes my pulse quicken and my cock stir. You have gorgeous legs and as you know I have a weakness for stockings or tights.As we chat and laugh I pl...ce my hand on your thigh just above the knee and savour the feeling of your leg in hosiery.I stroke your leg and circle it higher and higher until I am at the hem of your dress. My finger sneeks under and I do not feel a band and therefore assume due to the fresh day you are wearing tights.I see your eyes full and as you have not objected you are. “It’s going to have to be a finger job. Ready?”Jane giggled her consent as Mary wet one finger firstin her own cunt then in Jane’s. Then into Jane’s bumhole. “Well, I’ve got my finger half in and I can alreadyfeel it! Jesus! It’s a real torpedo poo!. PUSH! I’lltry and get this finger well in and help it out.”Jane really strained hard. Her whole body went rigidwith each heave. Mary now had her finger wedged alongside the long fatpoo in. I do it all for us. She says I don't try hard enough to make time for her. She says that I concern myself too much with money, and the things I think we "need". But I'm just trying to provide. I heard her talking in her sleep lastnight, while I layed next to her. Restless in bed. Daily routines running through my head. She feels I'm being distant. She thinks I don't want her, and that she has had enough of being second best. But that's not true. I love her so much, and my greatest pleasure, is. I was embarrassed and worried that Mr. Jones would go back on his word and tell my folks. I blew him on random occasions over the next few weeks and whenever he came over to see my dad. It was awkward and strange.I broke up with Rex a week before my trip and he cried like a little girl and tried to get my back every day telling me how in love with me he was and even asked me to marry him but I couldn't bring myself to it and told him to wait for me until I got back from Europe to see where we.