She looked at Cloud and saw his prick, like a thick white hose, hanging under his belly. She swooned again, the memory of all that gooey cum on her bo...y filling her once again with desire.Ellen climbed onto Cloud's back and dragged her cunt over his rough coat. Lights blazed behind her eyes. "Ooooo, Christ, I'm cumming... creaming, Cloud!" She jerked forward, the coarse hair of Cloud's back jabbing into her hot steamy pussy like a million needles. "Oooooo, God. I'm in heaven."Numb, her head. I had been buying my own stuff since then but felt a bit uncomfortable. My wife, Linda didn’t mind buying me silky things but didn’t always hit the mark thinking what I might like. When the internet came along I started buying my silky things on-line.By now just talking about wearing panties and the feeling of silky nylon was causing my cock to rise in my panties, and Elaine’s face was beginning to flush and her breathing speed up. She reached out and touched the head of it through my panties. Phelps smiled. The applause continued and he smiled again.At the Ritz Tower Hotel Mr. Phelps Phelps was now at the reception following his speech. He stood with Claire Belfield, but she hadn't yet introduced herself. She wore a cloche hat with a narrow brim and a large feather attached to the hat on the right side, a long graduated glass bead necklace and long suede gloves. Her blue silk dress had a square neckline.Mr. Phelps was leaning forward slightly, the bulk of his figure tilted toward. I watched as he turned away and went back inside his door as Jilly came crawling back up the mound and steadied herself alongside me, 'He's gone then', she said breathlessly, and instead of telling her what I just saw him do, I said, 'Yes', keeping his secret safe, between us.It was the end of March and the snow was gone when we ventured back down the same street and the home, the huge pile was now just a small hillock and as we approached, I became curious about him and wondered if he thought.