We were horny again. Mainly, she was. She went to my room and came back a while later, looking hot as fuck.She wore a fishnet thigh-high stocking with...heels and stood by me like a model and asked, “Honey, how do I look?” I was awestruck and looked at her. I told her to turn around, and she looked hot and slutty. I had another idea. I kissed her and told her, “I will get you something.”I went back and got an item from my bedroom. It was a butt plug. I showed it to her. She got excited that I. It was pantyhose and lingerie and I was obsessed with it. By then I had been ‘borrowing’ my mom’s pantyhose when she would step out. I would carefully take them from her lingerie stand, noting exactly how they were folded and were they were. I would sit on her bed and gently slide them on my naturally hairless legs with a careful pointed toe just as my mother put them on. I learned by watching my her put them on with such finesse and ease. I would wear them and prance in the mirror. I would. The laws of motion being what they are, the top of head “A” (Angie) is mere nanoseconds away from contacting the side of trunk “T”(guess) with a loud—THUNK! After-action damage assessment:Angie: 1. Pulled muscle in lower back2. Large contusion (bump) on head3. Assorted teeth marks on left nipple4. Spine in need of adjustment5. Neck in need of adjustment6. Numerous itchy redbug and tick bites7. Anxiety attacks when attempting the female superiorposition8. Badly sprained wrist (note: This can. Despite her willowy figure she had large boobs, definitely bigger than Helen's. "Probably an E cup," Helen thought, followed by, "I'd love to see them," as a guilty afterthought. "Where were these sudden lesbo tendencies coming from?" She led Helen over to the washer and switched it on to rinse. She smiled at her daughter and said, "Gently push your crotch against the corner."Clare did as she was told in a rather stiff and awkward manner. She stifled a gasp when she felt the buzzing on her.