Beth had had a few too many glasses of wine and she told me that Carl was only so-so in bed. "I married him because he's nice and he's got oodles of m...ney," she giggled. Carl is 10 years her senior. "He doesn't care what I do and he doesn't ask fucking questions." Beth has a bit of a potty mouth.I suppose I'd had a few too many myself, because I told Beth that Gary and I rarely fucked. Her pretty blue eyes went wide with shock. "You have got to me fucking k**ding me," Beth gasped. "If you were. I could hear her getting hammered by the son almost nightly down the hall. I even walked in on her blowing him in the garage one time. I knew the one way to get the wife too get over her reluctance for Brandy's truck ride was to ask her to come along with us, full knowing that she would never agree to since we had to leave the house at 4am to make the delivery on time 150 miles away. And I was right, my offering calmed her down about it. Right on time, 4 am, Brandy drove up to the house. The scenario was getting boring and I started trying to think of something new. Of course watching Gordon go from scared young boy to his idea of super stud on my mom was always fun. Mom never disappointed, she would always tell the new guy how big, how good, he was; couple that with her giving in to her demanding clit and taking off to cum heaven where she would almost buck the poor guy off. Then to top it off I would catch her looking ashamedly towards me, embarrassed over cumming with. As you all know by now me and my lady are both into having mutual tights nights,we both enjoy sitting around in tights, eat dinner watch tv and really just chill out in nylon, my lady even encourages it now and she knows how much I enjoy it, and gets a very good hard shag out of it so has no complaints.Anyway we had had our evening of nylon planned I changed into my semi opaque tights when she got back from work, I dont usually wear sheer tights as I don't won't to shave my legs and I think it.