Jacobs down at five points. Mrs. Jacobs wants you to come over and bring some stuff out of the attic. Saturday morning before it gets to hot in the at...ic. Now Mrs. Jacobs was almost 50 and a widow. JL told me that there had been rumors that she had been seeing a married man, before Mr. Jacobs died. She lived alone except for a maid that worked during the week. JL said he thought nothing about why she chose Saturday. So, when Saturday came around, he walked over to Sycamore St. This is even. We all got into my large Suv, and I followed close behind Teresa's vehicle. I always loved how the city went from upscale to historical, to downtown and then back up again. "Isn't that Nilani?" Sara said as she pointed to the restaurant. "Yeah," I replied remembering the last time I was there. Teresa's car slowed and pulled into a parking garage a few blocks down from the restaurant. We got out and met her in the underground parking garage. "Ten years ago I bought this place," Teresa smiled as. If you are wearing pantyhose you will buyyourself 30 pairs of your own pantyhose. If you are not you can take offyour panties when you get home. Ok?"I went into the bathroom and dropped my trousers. What the fuck? I waswearing pantyhose!So she had got the better of me again. As a man of my word I wentpantyhose shopping in various shops so people did not ask questions.Carol had helpfully texted me that I would need "medium" pantyhose.I got home and Carol said:"Now you are wearing panties. I am standing close –watching Debbie, listening for your safe word to stop this. Debbie slowly works the three fingers around inside – spreading her fingers, stretching you more – working them in and out letting you get used to it. Then she brings her little finger up, pressing it tightly against her other fingers and then slowly pressing inside. You groan, but I see you pressing down, trying to take more inside. She works slowly – finally working her hand into you up to her thumb. She wiggles.