As she side stepped to her seat, I also got a hint of the shape of her ass. She was fit, obviously cared about her body, and it had me going. I crosse... my legs to hide the growing tension in my shorts. A shiver ran down my spine. Nearing the end of the line of passengers, the flight attendant told us all that the flight was relatively empty, and we would have space to stretch out in our seats. That was amazing news to me. I looked over to she how the girl was reacting to the news. She only. I wear them often. I've been dressing in lingerie, garter belts, nylons and high heels for over 50 years now and still love it. The way satin, silk and lace feel against my skin is sensational and the feel of nylons on my legs is so wonderful. I owe being the transvestite I am to my beautiful aunt. Every time I was around her she would always want to touch me, smile and give me a kiss. My cock would get hard just from the feel of her skin. I loved my queen maker!I used to jack off fantasizing. He hated stretchy nylons. He preferred nylons that were flat boarded, shaped to a woman's leg and feet that did not stretch. Instead, they wrinkled at the ankles and knees when their feminine wearers moved ever so slightly.Having a woman wear nylons for sex wasn't enough for Roger though. He had to experience them. He practically ingested them. He wanted to smell and taste them on her. He wanted to rub himself all over them. He loved to have a woman on her back in the missionary position with. “Alice, do you think I’m being hypocritical if I have sex with Megan, Erin, and Ashley? I mean we’re developing a more holistic intimacy with them, but ... well, they seem to want me and I want them.”Alice chuckled and kissed him, “Only if you don’t think the same of me; I’m about to jump Paul’s bones. I’ve been talking to him. He is so on our wavelength it’s spooky, plus I think he’s got an IQ of ten thousand. He has a way of putting things into words that is succinct and romantic at the same.