Thinking it was Anita, I opened my eyes and was stunned to see that Karen on her knees between my legs and was jerking me of and also had my dick in h...r mouth. Much to my surprise, Anita had turned around and with her feet next to my head, was fondling my ball sack and occasionally taking a lick on the side of my dick. This was heaven but I had to find something to do to take my mind of all the delicious sucking and jerking administered by Karen. I parted Anita’s legs and stuck my middle. With one quick movement, she peels her light cotton nightdress over her head and throws it on the bed. Underneath she is naked and I get a brief glimpse of her creamy, slightly grey rounded body as she turns and grabs a towel of a nearby chair and disappears out of the room, her large bare arse cheeks wobbling freely as she goes. I know that I now have five or ten minutes whilst she showers and so I set up the telescope and slowly strip off and make myself comfortable for her return. As I wait,. I don't think it helped that I was in the front row. She had on black stockings with open toed strappy pumps. I had developed a thing for stocking feet ever since a family friend came over and spent the evening with her shoes off. The little voice in my head started to chastise me for lusting after this old lady. But I began to debate myself. If she was 30 or 40 years younger, my fellow teenage males would probably be gawping at her the same way they and I lusted for the sexy brunette librarian. They felt like silk.Carefully, carefully she slid the pantyhose up her legs. This was no time for a run. Pulling them up, she donned her strappy black high heels and walked to the mirror. She stroked her legs, smoothing the fine nylon over her. She loved the coolness against her firm tight ass, the fine seam touching her between her legs. She examined herself critically as she spun around. She had thought about panties and stockings and a garter belt but liked the caress of the pantyhoseShe.