I quickly checked the drawer below to see if there was any other interesting things and found some more tights and a few pairs of stockings. I picked ...p one of the stockings and felt them, they were tan, shiny and soft - just the way I like them. As I heard the water stop, I quickly shoved it in my jacket pocket and closed the drawer. I then closed her laptop lid and returned to the kitchen with my mug. When she got out of the bathroom, she was wearing the same outfit she wore to work, her hair. The memory of his tongue running through my vagina and his cock pulsing inside me left me breathless. And finally, orgasm. My muscles contracted, and my legs went numb for a few seconds. It was like fireworks.After that orgasm, sleeping was much easier, but I would still have to face reality and the consequences of it. It was Saturday. The weekend had started and I would have to go home. During the trip back, I thought of several excuses, but the fear of my husband not believing existed.When I. You placed such gentle little kisses on my cheeks and my lips and on my chest as I stood there; flushed and wet with tears. Wearing only in my underwear. Not speaking or moving when you nibbled my nipples through the lace of my bra and just brushed the front of my pussy as you ran your tongue along the waist band of my panties. And then pushed me back onto your bed. Laying me out; stroking me in just the right places. Even when you lifted my wrists so gently above my head and secured them so. ”“I don’t think so. I wasn’t aiming at the jugs. I was going for the target on the frame. I think I hit it at least once ... low and to the left. Probably because it’s not sighted in for me.”“Your eyes are better than mine...” Lane picked up a pair of binoculars and peered at the target. He handed them to Jeff. Through the glass he could see five holes, low and to the left, making up a pattern about five inches across. “I haven’t been able to hit that sucker once at this distance.” He offered.