I pushed more, "Say it baby, say you want to be my pantyhose slut" Taking a second to catch her breathe and reaching a hand between her legs she massa...ed my cock against her soaking wet pantyhose and turning her head to meet my eyes she said, "I want to be your pantyhose slut" I knew then that she was mine and I rewarded her by ripping open her pantyhose and slamming my cock deep into her aching pussy she moaned deeply pushing her ass up to meet my thrusts. It didn't take her long to cum and. He moved his hands, one to her hip, and the other to her shoulder and gripped hard. She would have imprints of his fingers there when she undressed later on that night. Thrusting into her, his grunts filled the quiet office. His legs taking the strain, he quickened his pace, fucking deep inside her on each thrust. His cock covered in her juice slid in and out easily, forcing himself deeper until he felt that familiar barrier inside. He was in his own world now, the mist had descended and all he. I opened the door with latch key, went to the kitchen, had a glass of water and went to our bedroom. I changed into shorts and T shirt and lay on bed, relaxed. I felt, my wife had gone out for shopping and my son to college. I heard some music being played in my son’s room. I got up and opened his bedroom door. What I saw, shocked me to core. My son was in bed, resting on head board and my wife was performing striptease for him, top less, with background music on. She then pulled down her. Sol sent for the undertaker, and Sam and I left, since there wasn't anything else for us to contribute.We decided to head home, since the killings had kind of taken the shine off the day. We cut down toward the railroad work gang to see if there was anything interesting going on, and we got there as they were taking their lunch break. Sam and I talked to the foreman for a few minutes and left to get our own lunch back at the ranch house.We were hurrying a bit because we were both hungry. I'm.