“Take off your clothes, Al. Come to bed.” It was quick and satisfying and after they finished she immediately went to sleep. Monday morning. Alber... was up early, showered, dressed, and left for the office. Holly slept until 9:45. Her first thought on waking was of Jack. She put on a dressing gown and made toast and drank the coffee Albert left in the carafe. It was only warm but it tasted good. She showered, paying special attention to her private areas with the hand shower. She spread herself. “Please remain standing” she said, her voice seems to crackle. About Saturday night Terry. What do you remember?” “Me” I answer feigning amnesia. “Yes Terry. I remember. I remember that bulge in your shorts. I have been thinking about it. I want you to strip”.Immediately I realise that I not in trouble. She wants to see if my cock is bigger than her husbands. “Are you sure Cynthia?” I ask. “Very sure” she said “get undressed. I started to take of my tie and then my shirt. She is sitting there. "I want to have my pussy held right on the edge of an orgasm for as long as possible, without allowing it to have what it will be begging for." When she doesn't give any more details, I ask her how long she wants to make her pussy beg for what it can't have. "Until I say otherwise, but for at least 69 days." "That will take you to about three months of your big ride." Tom corrects me, saying that it will be exactly 96 days before our daughter rides the spit. After that, we tease Anna's. I took a leak and pulled my pantyhose back up. I slipped my left foot out of my shoe and inspected my hosed foot. There were two runs along the bottom of my foot going up the heel and ending mid-calf. I stepped out of my right shoe and found one run also on the bottom of my foot and going over the heel and half way up my right calf. I could see by the abrasions on the nylon that my shoes had worn holes in the hose. I wasn't surprised as my Topsiders have a habit of being cruel to pantyhose.I.