And that's how I came to be here now; the feel of silk and satin caressingmy body, the stockings encasing my legs, the taste of lipstick and makeup,th... smell of my perfume exciting me. It comforts me and makes me feelfeminine and downright slutty. I can feel the hem of my skirt caressingmy thighs and then a hand slides under the hem and strokes my stockingtops. My cock strains against my satin panties and I slaver at theerection in my mouth.I lift my lips from the turgid member and look at. The daggers that emerged from her eyes pierced me and had me pinned to the wall. ‘Oh you did, did you?’ There were icicles in her voice. ‘I wouldn’t call it a fling as such, just being friendly.’ (I was scrambling to save my skin here.) ‘If you thought he took a long time this evening, it used to take him hours last time.’ Auntie Sybil said. ‘We were beginning to think that he was going to move in with them.’ (Shit, you can really rely on relatives to drop you into it, can’t you? Why are they. The kiss and then... "I see. How many more have you recorded?" About ten, the better ones come later. You know the ones with you on the floor and the Reverend behind you ... uh ... well I'm sure you remember that night."Oh she remembered it alright. Her husband had been out of town, again, and Bill Aslope had dropped by and they shared a bottle of wine and one thing lead to another and they ended up having sex in the family room. It wasn't the first time she had sex with Bill but it was the. The other person coming in is a young, early 20s skinny guy; he looks around and sits about a foot away from me on the top bench as well. He removes his towel, sits on it and starts to relax in the hot, steamy room. Me and the stranger in front of me look at each other, and I slowly turn my head around, faking some stretching, and look at the new comer. He's quite skinny, cute, childish face and a 5 o'clock shadow. To my surprise he is gently and somewhat discreetly playing with his balls and.