I’m vanilla with a twist of lemon (for the zing) kind of guy. But hey, even nice guys like me get a little fed up. We lash out, fight back and/or ve...bally insult with an impulsive idiocy that will usually get us into really big trouble. Though we’ll really, really feel bad about it later, at the time, vengeance is the end all be all of our existence. Strangely enough, this time I don’t feel bad. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll be fantasizing about today for the rest of my life. It could have. .what are you d...doing auntM...Madge!?" he gasped as she worked pulling and working the sheerstockings up tight. She then began to garter them to the straps acrosshis chest and back pulling them taut until the stockings were tight andfully enclosed each arm. She then moved him back to the side of the bedon his knees once again."I want you to feel my nylons again now. Feel how much more slipperyand silky they feel when one pair of nylons rubs against another," shesaid excitedly. Timmy. Sitting in their kitchen politely taking a light tea we got to talking.Alec was slightly older and told me that as a couple they had always been different from their friends sexually speaking. ‘Jane was always a very touchy-feely person and liked to show off. That’s how it all started really. One day a friend of ours could not stop ogling her tits and she encouraged him by opening her legs and flashing her fanny. She winked at me, and I let him have her and joined in. Now, of course her tits. As I pulled into the driveway I noticed another car. It wasn't his and I was a bit worried. I didn't want to jump to any conclusions so I just went inside being careful not to make any noise. I didn't come home at any set time so its always been hard to judge when I would walk in the door. If he was cheating with me, I would catch him in the act. I walk across the living room towards the bedroom. I hear moaning. The door was cracked a bit so I knelt down and looked inside. I have never been so.