Sherry glanced at Kristen before answering me. "We need to talk." About what?" We need to talk privately." Sherry looked very nervous.Lynette, who had...been with Sherry, shrugged at me. I turned to Kristen, who nodded to me."Can we go somewhere private?" Sherry asked me. "Lynette said she'd wait to bring your sister and me home."I was mystified by Sherry's behavior. Lynette didn't seem to know what was on Sherry's mind, but didn't seem nervous at all. "Do you mind, Kris?" I asked my Goddess."I. This time I did not stop her and came inside her mouth, she drank it all. I pounced on her and started undressing her, I took her to the bathroom and started the shower, we were kissing and she was like a sex goddess, I took her milky thighs around my buttocks and started fuck her against the wall, she was moaning loudly, like aah …. Ahh …. Yes ….Yes …..Fuck me …. Fuck me hard …. I came inside her, we were both sitting on the bathroom floor and the shower on us, she started stroking my dick. This was bolstered by at least two female school teachers during my lifetime that wore short skirts and pantyhose nearly every day. Oftentimes I would get a quick glance up their skirts making it well worth the effort to get to class each day! This was the catalyst of my pantyhose fetish and all of the incredible sexual experiences I’ve ever had. Sneaking mom’s pantyhose, I loved trying them on and the exhilarating thrill they ignited when I slid them up my leg. I loved how they felt as I. ‘Yes, Jen,’ escapes me in a whisper. You take me into your mouth. Your lips and tongue work down the length of my cock. You take me deep and at the base of my shaft you pause for a moment, one second, two, three. I can feel your tongue against me. Then you let me go and give a little gasp as you look up at me. ‘Yes, I love it,’ I respond. Encouraged, you take me back into your hungry mouth and begin to suck. Your right hand works up and down along my shaft as your left caresses my balls. I am.