Probably six or so months later I looked for the basket and it wasn’t where it had been. I was really disappointed but then I noticed a couple pair ...f pantyhose drip drying over the laundry tub. I knew I couldn’t take them because she would miss them but I wanted to look at them. Just as I turned to walk away I thought I caught a glimpse of pantyhose in the trashcan. I reached in and pulled out the three pair she had thrown out. I remember one pair in particular was charcoal grey in color and. By the time I was eighteen I'd had many boyfriends and sex with one or more of them was no big deal. In many ways I used my body to get what I wanted from them. They paid for me to stay with them in the best hotels, went sailing on grandiose yachts and got invited to private parties on a large motorboat in a secluded bay; parties that were synonyms for an orgies. I enjoyed being fucked, whether it was a lad younger than me, or someone old enough to be my grandfather. In a way I was a kind of. He quickly went back inside and sunk deep into her. He was slow at first, but it was only a couple of thrusts before he was slamming into her. He knew she loved it that way and wouldn’t be able to keep quiet. He wanted others downstairs to hear her, maybe they would get interested and come up to watch.At first, no one came but he kept going at her, knowing that her tits would be swaying back and forth as he hammered her with his cock. She was loud, it’s one of the things he enjoyed about her,. Her eyes fluttered with pleasure, then she turned to cast a dark, seductive gaze upon me. Her eyes drooped down across my body before locking in place about three feet off the ground.I realized that I was still naked, and my erection had not flagged a bit. Taryn was just having a good time while we were on vacation... and so would I.I walked towards Stephanie, her eyes rising up to connect with mine. I looked at her sweet fast, watching the flames of lust burning in her irises. Without another.