But we had found three favorite places where we could make love, and we managed to do that about two or three times in an average week. The first spot...was The Pond, as we called it. It was a small pond in a remote corner of a vast park at the edge of town, a park easily reached by public transit. The pond was surrounded on three sides by a low but opaque wall, with a gate at one end. Hardly anyone ever went there, so we could make love in this semi-public place, unnoticed by those enjoying the. His spasms subsided, yet I continued to linger and milk him for every last bit. As I finished sucking him off, I glanced over at his wife. She was now sitting limply on the toilet, almost as if the energy to stand was too much, but with an intense stare at the activities, totally drawn in by what she had witnessed. At that moment, a thought ran through my mind… For someone that had said that the thought of her husband being with another guy was no big deal, she certainly seemed to derive a. " Steph interrupted. "It looks like I have to report this to the school... Imagine what will happen when everyone knows you are a pervert?" Stephanie threatened.Jason immediately decided the best way to get out of this trouble was to beg for mercy. "Please don't tell anyone... I promise to do anything!" Anything?" Stephanie asked. She knew she had Jason in her trap."Anything!" Jason replied.Stephanie then decided to have some fun. "Since you like wearing my panties so much, take off your. Then Mum started all over again, pulling on her new tights over her thick thighs while chatting to me and letting me watch as though it was something normal that she had done many times, then had the same struggle again to put on her pantie girdle. When she had done and put on her shoes she said 'well aren't you going to get up then. Its a lovely day, you'll miss breakfast if not. You could come out with me to the shops. I'm going to be out a while as I need to get some more tights for while.