The musty smell of her Stalker's sperm still clung to the diaphanous garment. She raised the nylons to her face and inhaled the smell of his semen and...licked at it with her tongue as her fingers pulled aside the gusset of her panties and parted her labia. Detective Mike Harris, known only to himself as the Pantyhose Stalker, was quite amused that he and his partner had caught the Bouvier sexually assault case. Only yesterday they had been informed that they were to be part of a task force. " £50 it is then! Let's go and try again."It didn't take long and I handed over the money. I suppose it might have been the last time that I saw it, but I took the chance. She handed me the jar of coffee we'd bought and I handed it back to her."You can open this and make me a cup when you get home, if you like; otherwise, I'll write down an address where you can send the money." Do you have a car, Mr— I have to catch a bus, but I should be home in about thirty minutes." Quicker if I give you a. He said,“Okay, babe, ready for the final showdown?”I nodded yes and he laid on the bed with his face upwards and said to me,“Okay baby, Kneel over me with your knees on the sides of my hip and take my cock inside you on the way and start riding me”This is the popular reverse cowgirl position as you know.I started riding his cock. He was rubbing my back and sometimes slapping or squeezing my back, saying,“Faster baby, ride me faster…oh fuck!”I have gushed out a lot of my juice so I was feeling. Four days in and it became clear that there was little or no action of that sort available. The few young women there had boyfriends, the rest of the local resident and tourist population being well over 40. “So much for getting away out of season,” he complained to himself.He certainly didn’t want to burden his frustrations on his mother who after the first 48 hours was starting to unwind and look better than she had for years, soaking up the sun at every opportunity. She had even now switched.