"Every man must do that at least once in his life.But that was only the beginning. The two pushy shemales hooked mystockings to a white, ruffled, gar...er belt. Touching the exposed,creamy flesh above my stocking welts as they attached each clip.Oh!Marginally tamer fantasies invaded my brain.What if Mr. Spunkwell reached up my skirts and tried to touch me THERE?On my tender, exposed thighs? I would have to fight him off! Tell himNO!Because I was NOT gay!But what if he caressed each thigh. Her wet pussy made the decision for her. “OK. But you can’t wear them to school, only at home. Got it?”“Got it!” Samantha said. “Uh mom, what’s dad’s favorite color?”“Blue, why?” Julie said.“I’m getting a blue pair!” Samantha said excitedly, “And a pink pair for me!” Julie was stunned. ‘Poor Chad,’ she thought, ‘He is going to be in real trouble.’ She imagined him with a perpetual hard on. Then she smiled, realizing that she would be benefiting as well; both from the view, and the hot sex. My phone pinged a message, Claire was in a taxi on the way back with Craig, she would be home in 15 minutes.I quickly got up, paid my tab and jumped in the car home, it was a half hour drive to get back so it left enough time for them to start before I joined them.I made it to the front door and opened it quietly, I could see her blouse and skirt on the floor of the living room and a pair of jeans and a top of his next to it, I looked over to see this young guy with his dick in my wife’s. If the was going to be the way it was, at least he was getting it over with now. Chad thrust forward into Elia’s snatch without any resistance from her. His spit-coating provided ample grease for him to stick his prick up into her. Elia winced a bit, cracking her ambivalent façade as her inexperienced ‘lover’ powerdrilled his dick into her hole presently being used as a form of her payment for the night’s stay. With her legs spread in more of an accepting than a submitting gesture of missionary.