She’d probably think I put Sara up to trying to convince her to go nudist. I didn’t but still, I felt like I was in a conspiracy with my wife in i...s crosshairs.The work day passed without a disaster, so I counted it good. I got home a little after five to find Carrie sitting at the kitchen table (nude naturally), correcting papers and swearing under her breath. I kissed her upturned face and opened the fridge. I didn’t want to disturb her so I stripped in the bedroom and took the beer to the. Melissa barely managed to suck in her shocked gasp. That had been inside her? Even semi-erect, it looked huge resting there against his lower body, jutting proudly upwards from a dense patch of dark curls. But then she’d never seen a penis in the flesh before–well, not this close up, anyway. Fascinated, she allowed her hand to drift towards it, wanting to know what it felt like, wondering whether it was as heavy as it looked, and curiosity getting the better of her at last, she ran a single. I just watched as he played with his dick, laughing at something one of the others had said. Then he looked over at me and I looked away, for some reason embarrassed. I glanced back to see if he was still looking. He was. And he smiled at me. He was unbelievably cute. He had golden blond hair, cropped fairly short, so that his ears just stuck out. He looked about 12, and had a perfectly slender body. A body that stood up, then walked over. I watched him make his way down his set of bleachers,. Since it was the 70's my mom wore a dress, heels and hose to work everyday. What I found was a treasure trove on pantyhose, slips and OMG a very shear pair of fully boarded blue stockings. At the time, garters were still generally part of the girdle so nothing really to hold them up but, I was over the moon about them. I started by pulling that wonderfully shear stocking over my cock, slowly rubbing up and down, imagining that it was me and one of the women from the playboy , BOOM! I barely.