The colour of her panties varied from day to day but they were always nylon or satin, always full-cut, and always worn over her sheer-to-the-waist-pan...yhose. Mom's pantyhose were mostly flesh toned; varying from nearly-nude, to taupe, to suntan; rarely she would wear light grey hosiery to match a dark suit; but she never wore black or any other colours and she never wore patterned hosiery or those awful ribbed tights that some women resorted to in the cold of winter.I first started obsessing. “Fuck me. Fuck me!” she yowls. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me! Her body convulses under the man. Her orgasm renders her silent except for a quiet thrill. Then the two of them collapse. Scott rolls onto his back while Tinsel gets up and says she will be right back. Scott watches cum drip down her leg as she walks out of the room.“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, Scott,” Skye says, moving her mouth even with Scott’s cock. “To taste your little sister’s pussy on your dick. That has been a. .over and over marking me as his....And then he was inside my pussy again...ohh that beautiful hardcock...fucking me harder and harder as I loosened up a little bit, butnever making it easy.......Daddy continued like this, from my cunt to mymouth and back again time after time, and always the belt inbetween....pain then pleasure...but mostly pain...Daddy's sweet pain thattouches me, breaks me.......only stopping to get a drink of water orwhisky, nothing for me...I was his fucktoy, his painslut. The subway was only a couple of blocks away but he made no effort to go there. He didnt want to go home and he had no destination in mind. He walked around the city a solitary figure in a cruel world. He walked past a group of teenagers farting on passers by and laughing themselves silly. Izzy shook his head worrying about the future of the world. Is ignorance truly bliss or was it a passing phase? Izzy saw a large group of people gathered around a television shop. A newscaster on the.