She then had him slip on the tights, right over the panties. Next camethe leotard. She helped him put each garment on in a slow, deliberatemanner that...involved her hands stroking over his bare skin, and then thefabric as it covered his skin. He loved the feel of his body beingencased in the nylon tights and leotard. The garments seemed to hug himin a most erotic manner, quite unlike any male garment he had ever worn. "Tonight we're just going to see how each thing fits," she proclaimed."Keep. He didn’t remember setting up a date with Suzie.“It is Friday night,” his mother answered as if that explained everything.“So?”“Everyone knows that Friday night is date night,” she said.“I didn’t ask her out,” Sean said.His mother snorted and said, “Of course you didn’t, I did.”“Oh. Where am I taking her on this date?” Sean asked.“To dinner at the Surf and Turf,” his mother answered.“That’s nice of me. I must have put a lot of thought into it,” Sean said.“You did,” his mother said, “Now go take. I assume your break was fun and full of pleasure,” Ms. Smith says as she scans the room. “Wendy, where are your tights?” Your teacher says firmly, smacking her wooden ruler into her palm.You watch Wendy glow red with embarrassment as she stumbles over her words.“I... I got too big for them,” Wendy says, holding the hem of her blue skirt firmly against her knees. “I didn’t notice until I tried them on today. I’m sorry,” Wendy adds, holding her head down in shame.You want to fuck Ms. Smith up. The muskiness dissipated with each orgasm replaced by the new flow of cum from her. My mustache was coated, chin was wet and I loved it. I moved from her hole to her clit and stayed there as she twisted, and strained, pulled at my hair (I’m a black man and keep my hair moderately short, but long enough that you can rub your hands through it) and finally until she pushed my face away and put both of her hands over the area to stop me.I laughed at her and asked her what was wrong. She said.