He stood very close to me and he smelled nice.”I began stroking her hair, letting her know I was enjoying her story.“I fancied him. I know I shoul...n’t, but he got me tipsy, and he was hot.”She picked up the pace, and I moaned with pleasure. Then she paused and leaned forward and licked and sucked the tip of my dick briefly, making me moan louder before she carried on.“He leaned forward and put his mouth to my ear. He said he wanted to take me outside and fuck me in his truck. That made my pussy. I've had so many since then, and even other love, but man...nothin' beats the memory of fuckin' her so hard she's crying out my name after 4+ hours of mind blowing sex. We went from 10 to 6 one night, I came in her twice, and when I saw her the next day, she pulled her shirt up and showed me the deep rug burn that bled right through the back of her shirt from that night. It was so good, and she was so full of afterglow, she didn't even notice it until she got home and her back felt wet.THAT is. They looked like deflated balloons and were often rought and scratchy to the touch. How absurd he thought. Why not just leave well enough alone. He supposed that women were fed up with the constant cost of replacing snagged and run stockings. Ironically, that was one of the ways he consistently kept his collection growing.The world of nylon hosiery was changing as fast as the rest of the world around him in the late 60's. The cry for more selfish and personal freedoms was ringing loudly. I held it over Dylan's shoulder, pointed it at the daddy/daughter couple on the bed, and pressed the record button."I wanna be your whore," Amber said breathily. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck me like a little whore, Daddy! Fuck me like a little whore!" These words seemed to ignite Peter's passion. His rhythmic movements intensified as he began slamming his cock into Amber's pussy. Amber is so beautifully curvaceous and as Peter's pelvis slapped against her beautiful ass, small waves rippled.