I must have cum in you at least three times that night.The next morning we discussed what had happened. You said you weren't ready for a boyfriend yet...but would like to be friends with benefits. You also reassured me that you were on the pill. I wasn't sure how I felt about you since we had only met the day before so I agreed because I didn't want to get hurt or hurt you.The first two weeks after that night you only called me on the weekends, usually just before midnight on Saturday. I would. They had to be sheer. The sheerer, the better. He hated stretchy nylons. He preferred nylons that were flat boarded, shaped to a woman's leg and feet that did not stretch. Instead, they wrinkled at the ankles and knees when their feminine wearers moved ever so slightly.Having a woman wear nylons for sex wasn't enough for Roger though. He had to experience them. He practically ingested them. He wanted to smell and taste them on her. He wanted to rub himself all over them. He loved to have a. At least, not directly.Talking to herself, Betsy said, “We could end up with an interesting little triangle, here. Wheels interested in Ben, Ben interested in Sam, and Sam interested Wheels. That could be a problem.”She looked down the path, and spotted Bess and George walking up from the beach. They paused to examine the chicken coop. George stood there shaking his head at the idea of raising chickens, pigs, and a cow in that exclusive neighborhood. There was a time when he would have been. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, legs shaking as he hit all the right spots. He used his free hand to play with my nipples, pushing all my buttons and making my pussy drip. I moaned loudly, shouting his name and releasing 'ooh's and 'ahh's. I was shaking and could feel I was close to orgasm. I grabbed his hair, pushing him into my pussy, the pressure building on my clit and g-spot. I exploded and squirted all over his hand and the toy.. He moaned as my juices sprayed out and my pussy.