She'd never seen melike this.Time passed, and after a while the idea of her dressing up took a backseat to what she was wearing. I was watching TV wit... her one day afteranother wild session of lovemaking, absent-mindedly stroking her nylon-clad leg, when she asked me if I had ever worn pantyhose.Of course I hadn't, I told her. I tried to seem a bit miffed. Then sheasked me if I would.I was floored. I told her that I didn't think it was a good idea. Afterall, girls wear pantyhose, not guys. Then. Stevens half pushed, and halfpulled me across her skirt. I lay there for a second, then I felt aslight tug on my dress, as Miss. Stevens pulled the hem way up and overmy back, as far as it could go.I couldn't see what she was doing, but when I felt Miss. Stevens begin topull my underpants down I almost died from the humiliation! She didn'tjust pull them down a little bit, she pulled them all the way down to myknees, about as far down as I guess she could!"Those swing sets where I found the two. I see berry-red pantsuits, blood-red jackets, brick-red blouses, and even a crimson sun hat. And all of them with dark hair.But like they say in the old war movies, you never see the one with your name on it.I had just about convinced myself that one of the pantsuits was my date when a hand flew out from behind and spun me around. I barely had a second to notice the fire-engine red vision -- from 4-inch fuck-mes to micromini to spangly tube top to blazing lips -- when those lips were plastered. Dinner was quite uneventful and dull, except when Marco deepened or strengthened the strokes of the vibrators. Seven and a half inches filling her and the two and a half inches of girth pulling her tight body apart. She had been drinking water and was feeling the effects of denying the need to use the bathroom, but she only pushes the full glass of cold water away from her lips and she felt herself about to fall asleep before dinner made its way to the table. Marco began to show his .