I had worn tights before, but being there in Carole's bedroom, wearing Carole's dirty tights, with my cock harder than it had ever been before as I to...ched myself through the gusset... I noticed my precum starting to leak through the nylon, which was stretched tight over my swollen bellend. I walked over to Carole's bedroom mirror and looked at myself, stark naked apart from these dirty tan tights. I rubbed my hands up and down my legs, loving the feel of the smooth fabric. I turned around and. It was a lovely time that we had. Just to bring you up with the story I am a 52 yr old with many friends. 5 ft 11 in tall and 86 kgs so you will know a bit of weight but not fat.A couple of years ago, while travelling met some tourists in their late twenties, who had come down to India. We became friends as we stayed for 3 days in the same hotel. We enjoyed travelling and site seeing. I invited them on their next trip to stay at my place. The two guys got married that December and came down. I smiled at the thought of telling my husband about that and how much he’d love hearing me say it. Then I wrapped my legs around Scott and urged him to fuck me.We kissed as he began to thrust slowly. As he picked up the pace I couldn’t help but moan. It didn’t take long for me to reach that place of pure sexual bliss where every thought clears my head and all I can do is concentrate on the incredible sensations between my legs. I loved how he felt sliding into me. I loved how his body felt on. He'd stood there for a moment, looking at her."Do you mind, Mister?"He muttered an apology and left.'That young scamp', she thought to herself and laughed. 'Was that an accident? Or a clever ruse by a horny teenager to look at his mother? I know he's jerking off, as I wash his underwear. And I can see the way he's been looking at me. I wonder if he fantasizes about me when he does? Eww, that's nasty ... I think.'That night in the dim light of her bedroom, Carol was enjoying getting fucked from.