I knew I had to find something to fuck in a hurry. As I scurried around the barn looking for a suitable plaything, I noticed another smaller fish tan... in the corner. It was filled with dark green water, unlike the beautiful crystal clear water in the tropical fish tank. You couldn’t even see what was in that dark water. It was kind of creepy.But, I was on a mission, and I moved on, finally finding a brand new shovel with a smooth, shiny handle. I took the shovel and pushed the blade into. I slow down as having my breasts fondled in that way turns me on. You can feel through the silky dress that I am wearing a bustier with garters. I was dressed very sexy for my husband but now you will get to enjoy it."Take off your dress Jenna but keep dancing"I pull my dress over my head trying to keep my balance. I look at Jim who seems frozen. I throw my dress on a chair.I am now feeling more than naked wearing a black lace bustier with garters and stocking and boots."Yes Jenna, very nice,. Moving away from my nipple, she undid my belt, pants clasp and zipper, pulling out my cock. Kissing her way down my stomach, she kissed the head of my cock, then took it in her mouth. She seemed to enjoy what she was doing, because, after a few seconds, she began moaning around my cock, and, a few seconds later, had the whole eight inches down her throat. The back of my mind noticed that she didn’t gag, even a little bit, even after beginning to move her head up and down, taking it out of her. ” As I listened I took note that the damage I had seen in Mom’s nylons was called a run. I intuitively knew to be attuned to hearing either of my parent’s mention runs in my mother’s stockings as it meant stockings with runs would be thrown out and I would have opportunities to obtain them.I watched from an upstairs window as Dad took the trash to the cans. He had emptied the wastebaskets into a single white trash bag. As far as I knew the last thing to go into the trash bag was the stockings.