It was almost a competition, to see who could bury their tongue further into the others mouth. The front of her robe lazily fell open, displaying her ...eaving bosom. My hands were all over them. I played with them, feeling the heft of each in my palm. As I began pulling her nipples, she started moaning again. Not having pants on, her hands were on my dick again. With each pull of a nipple, I could feel my cock being yanked. With each squeeze, her hand clamped down on my dick. This was not a. She had spent over an hour in front of the mirror, finishing her make- up, then she had sat down to carefully slide the black silk stockings up her legs. She loved the feel of the silk, as they slid over her shaven legs. The stockings were originally Tony's idea, a good idea she thought as they certainly enhanced the shape of her legs wonderfully.The last time they had made love, he had in passing told her how much he loved the sight of stockings on a woman; the pale tender flesh above the top,. Get the picture, huh? And there she stood, her luscious body barely covered by her nightie. My eyes were glued to hers. My heart accelerated to top speed. I heard every single beat roaring in my ears, getting louder with each pulse. “Now look who we got here,” she said in her most seductive tone, underlined with the satisfaction of knowing her words had the desired effect, “if this isn't Dan. What are you doing here, kiddo?” I swallowed, and cleared my throat, so at least my voice would hide my. Taking one, he applied it to thepanty, just like he had been shown, tucked his penis between his legsand then pulled the panty up to his waist.Next he put on a clean bra he found in a drawer. This one was a lightpink in color with lace trim around the cups. Not thinking about how itwould work with the outfit of the day, he had chosen it because thecolor as well as the style had interested him. He found out it was astyle called a push-up and it made his cleavage even more noticeable.As he looked.