"Thank you Bill." First rule," Bill said to the three of them. "You will all address me as sir or Mr. Black. Is that clear?" Yes sir," they said in un...son."Good. Let's get back to the station to get the rest of your luggage and we can go out to the house."But sir, we don't have any more luggage, ah, sir," Susan said softly."Oh," Bill said momentarily stunned. All they owned in the world was in his truck. "Well, in that case we will need to stop at Wally World to get something comfortable for. Roger, who was now well into middle age and found himself still obsessed with nylons. For his entire sexual life, he could only become fully aroused by a woman who wore nylons or ultra sheer pantyhose, the latter of which had taken the place of the now vintage stockings of his boyhood and early teen years. He loved and adored beautiful women but was especially attracted to and aroused by women who wore nylon stockings even if they were less than average looking. Nylons trumped physical beauty. He is careful to keep backing out and inserting slowly till he is buried all the way. He grabs my hip and starts to thrust into me. He isn’t rushed, its just gentle lovemaking. I can feel his breath on my cheek as he whispers in my ear his love. He asks me for mine and I give it to him. The chill fades and I feel his devotion warm me inside. He asks me if I will take care of him and I groan out a whispered “Yesssssssssss.” He asks if I will do anything for him and again I moan “Yesssssss,’. Andrea was clad only in a very thin black bra and panty set. Earlier, when losing continuously, she showed delightful flashes of embarrassment. Now, as we had "caught up", she grinned seductively and looked determined not to lose again. Karen wore a thong (a really, really nice ass peeked out of it) and a matching red camisole. Having lost the last hand, I was reduced to my underwear."I'm sooo disappointed in those boxers," teased Karen. "They are, you understand, boring beyond any standard.".