He knew that any woman who might become his wife would have to share his attraction to fine hosiery at some level even if it was merely her desire to ...ear them because she liked the way they looked and felt on her lower limbs.When the woman from the bank became Roger's wife and when he finally told her directly about his fetish for nylons, she was quite receptive. It was easy for her to indulge her new husband's preference because she already enjoyed wearing hosiery as part the very feminine. I got down from the compartment and helped lug her suitcase and a couple of small bags on to the compartment. She was seething with anger and was taking out on the elderly couple. I realized that they were her parents and they had come to put her on the Madras Mail so that she could take a connecting train to Bangalore and join her husband. The guy who had booked the tickets told her that the ticket that was waitlisted would be confirmed and when she reached the station her ticket continued to. ‘I’m going to take you with my mouth. After all, like deserves like… right?’ I nod my assent and feel my… anticipation… growing as the image of your lips holding my cock flashes into my thoughts. ‘Lay on your back, Baby,’ you say as your hands reach for the bottom of my shirt and pull it upward and over my head. Now I feel the night air on my uncovered chest and stomach. You toss my shirt toward the growing pile of discarded clothing. Your right hands rests alongside my left cheek as your. "Take me to bed Billy" she whispered, "Take me to bed and fuck me stupid"We lay on the bed fully clothed and kissed hungrily,"Make it dirty Billy" she breathed into my mouth as she opened my jeans, "Tell me what you did with her" We swam in the river mum" I said and she looked at me as she took my penis into her mouth, "And I fucked her there too"She licked my cock like a lollipop as I kicked my jeans to the floor,"And then we went to bed and I fucked her again" Did you undress her?".